poems

WELCOME TO MY POEMS

there was a young boy called Tim who didn't know how to swim he fell off a dock and sunk like a rock and that was the end of tim

there was a young lady called rose who had a big wart on his nose she didn't approve and got it removed and ended up with no nose

activted noun poem ANZAC Rusty barbed wire lacerates swollen skin Bullets pierce rotting flesh Maggot filled blood covered corpes Mustard gas suffocates lungs Worm infested mud saplhes on my body As bullets rocket through me

By Rowan Daya

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