Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.
She brought her lamb to school one day;
The kids let out loud jeers.
The children took her lamb away,
And Mary choked on tears.
Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was red with blood.
She took its little body home,
And swore she'd hurt them good.
Mary knew that lambsblood called,
Things ancient, hidden, and deep.
As Mary painted signs of old,
Never did she weep.
Mary had a little lamb;
It made her something scary.
Now I dare you, look in a mirror,
And whisper, "Bloody Mary."~eightyeightkate~
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Sad Poems
Poesíaa variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...