Deep hole

The hole is deep,

Looks so steep,

Is that a sheep?

Might it weep?

Why doth thy sleep?

While my toes be creep,

Sell them for cheap,

Change you can keep,

Make the children leap,

From the rooftop they yeat,

They now lay on the street,

Amongst the feet,

There eyes still meet, 

The hole that is deep.

Author's Note

our first poem hope you enjoy :)