helloooo there, this is a poem i had to do for one of my school works! since we could write one on a topic of our choice and choose our own style, i decided to choose one about... well, you can read on. leave a review if you'd like!
(keep in mind i was half asleep writing this the night before, and my creative mind was a sleepy one)
A crackling TV and a drunken hand
A trembling witness, saw first-hand
The man with the chainsaw
slicing and dicing
creating red icing
spilling on the floor
of the petrol station.
The glass smashes into
Too small to be seen,
But the drunk's sober eyes are glued to the screen
The reporter tells the watchers
to hide inside and lock the doors
And protect themselves
from the man with the bloody chainsaw
because you never know
where he might be.
he could be lurking
in your neighbourhood
outside your house
by your door