***note: this is one of the poems I wrote in high school for our poetry portfolio...I am posting this and others from that time (almost a decade ago) in the hopes of (a) showing my progress, (b) filling up the space, and (c) likely eliciting a few laughs***
I saw you steal your way across
The carpet in my room.
Your body, black and wriggly,
Pronounced my certain doom.
It’s not that you had done me harm
In situations past,
But just the thought of things like you
Had made my blood chill fast.
I screamed a shrieking scream upon
The sight of your small head.
Reacting, lifting up my foot, I stomped.
And now you’re dead.
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