THE DUCK PIE
there was a duck.
"care for that duck," she said.
it didn't matter anyways.
"Sit down!" I tried.
So annoying, I thought with a huff.
I was confused.
Try, she told me.
I did, but alas, it did not work.
Cry, I did, but only for, like, a second..
The duck just sat there in silence, seemingly oblivious.
Huh, I thought bitterly.
Now, the duck lay in a pool of its own blood.
Wow. I stared at the immobile duck lying before me.
I hadn't thought I would have the guts to do such a thing.
Pie for dinner, I decided, roast duck pie.
I felt better now, no more regret.
DONT JUDGE ME, LOL.
By Rebekah :)
Humanbean01 : if you guyses were wondering what this was, it was an attempt by my sister to write a poem that had some sort of story, and rhymed at the beginning of each line, not the end.
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