(128) My Very First Murder Poem by Risha Ahmed (12 yrs)
(128) My Very First Murder
There is something bursting inside
That I want to tell you
I once committed murder at the age of three
I have to confess, I do
It all started on a warm summer night
When I was playing with my goldfish by putting it back and again taking it in a net
When my mom called me and I forgot about goldy
And it along with the net on the table I kept
Next morning every thing was normal
Until my sister rushed in to the room and said
That my little dear goldy who was my favourite pet
Was lying on the table, dead
Mom gave me a good spanking but then
She apologized when she saw me cry
I think she realized that as I was only three
I didn’t know that without water a fish could die!
nya ha ha well done Risha..oh how i miss you my dear..So you are now a lady! Enjoy this write of yours Love, Meggie
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4/22/2024 6:32:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hello Again Dear Risha One so innocent as you A murder, certainly could not do.. Not guilty your honor sir, With me she did not confer, Too late they told her the fish needed water Not guilty your honor, not this sweet daughter, She is only three, look at that smile, Just a mistake made by an innocent child. Murder, no! Erase it from her slate, She'll grow up and be kind and become a poet first rate. Dorothy