Mister Mabill 4 Poem by Svenili Hughes

Mister Mabill opened his eye,
he was alive and he started to cry,
he thougt of a plan to kill the hill,
then he thought by a thrill,
so he went over to the hill and started to juggle,
then he found out to juggle was a struggle,
he dropped the balls and they hit his toes,
then he was stormed by a pack of crows,
they poked his eyes and pulled his hair,
mister Mabill started to care,
one of the crows pulled off his skin,
all the crows stopped and started to grin,
one of the pecked his brain,
and in came the pain,
then the hill made an avelanche,
it hit mister Mabill into a branch,
mister Mabill is now lying in bed,
just lying there dead.