Drummer Boy - Poem by Evelynne Wren
Sad little drummer boy
thinking to himself
'Why did have mommy die
Why does dady seem so sly'
Drummer boy in forth grade
Too young to know suicide
Too old to not know about death
His innosence be so bliss
'How did momy die'
'A car so'n go bed! ' wailed daddy with the pudgent smell of achoul seeping through rotting teeth
Years went by, the drummer boy remained ignorant of his mommy
One day father couldn't take living there in the house still feeling her preence everytime he picked up the knife
As they packed the drummer boy moved the rug and reliled a blood still stained in the carpet.
The father looks over and sighs
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