Blood - Poem by Jamie Parker
What is blood?
What does it do?
Why is it red?
And never blue
White blood cells
Why are they white?
Have they just turned that colur...of big time fright?
Blood can come out of you're mouth
And you're nose!
That blood, is as red as a rose
When you're shot...it comes out where that bullet has been
So...is there a way of living without blood?
Does blood even...you know...appear on your hair?
Blood is made by a piece in our body...
Said Mr. and Mrs. Noddy
William Shakespere had the blood to write good poems
Or did he? ? ?
Do I make good poems?
I'm only a begginer
So please tell me by comments...Am I a winner? ?
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