Can Someone Please Tell Me How I Got In A Coffin? Poem by Rachel Brewer

I remember fighting with you on that hot summers day,
But the rest is a mystery.
I remember drawing our swords to battle,
I guess the rest is history?

We fought relentlessly until the sun went down,
I remember the searing pain I felt,
I remember every stage of the tussle,
Even you strangling me with your belt.

I have to say that was a dirty trick,
I found out soon you didn’t fight fair.
You were a fully grown man who couldn’t beat me,
Without having to pull my hair!

So tell me this, where did my memories go?
Tell me now why I wake up to this sight,
Tell me how I got in a coffin?
In the middle of the night.