The Town of Cahris

you should read Roostobim first

On a journey,

I found a town called Cahris

And within

Was a man named Harris.

 

All he did

Both day and night

Was walk and walk

‘Till out of sight

 

One day by chance

I happened upon him

And he chopped off

 My limb, just like “Roostobim”.

 

I was in such pain

I let out a shout

That this man was psycho

I had no doubt

 

I ran and ran

As blood gushed out

I began to cry

And scream and pout

 

And then I heard

The familiar bell

And awoke with just

A story to tell.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I excellent poem. Those school dreams seem someone is always chasing you. I like the feeling and the story. A very good story.
Coyote