Timmy

A small poem about a poor little boy.

Poor little Timmy died today.
He always seemed to be in the way.
The bullet went through his skull,
and after that his eyes went dull.

Poor little Timmy died today,
much to his mothers dismay.
The bullet missed her husbands head,
and hit poor little Timmys instead.

Reviews

[Gray Witch]

Well written but scary.