This was co-written by three tired teenagers after a sleepover (myself, and two friends: Jessica Heartman, Janel Horcrux). Jessica pushed me to submit it, so...
Onomatopoeia
Strangled by a sunbeam
Early in the morning
While sittin’ by a gurgling stream
This poem’s really boring.
Captured by a moonbeam
Later that day
Saw a little squirrely
Running away.
Attacked by a balance beam
Right before lunch
Tried to run away, but—
Crunch!
Blinded by a laser beam
That night at ten o’ clock
Saw dancing capybaras,
I must have been in shock.
Crushed beneath a ceiling beam
In a hotel by the bay.
The hostess stopped to ask me
How I enjoyed my stay.
I was strangled by a sunbeam
Early in the morning.
Now people are practicing
The homophone of morning.
