Raining Balloons Poem by Lamar Cole

Raining Balloons



He was looking forward to a New Year's party of raining balloons.
But the party ended up raining bullets by some goons.
The party was bullet filled.
It was lucky that nobody got killed.
It started out a happy place.
But ended up with a lot of sad faces.

Tuesday, December 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: new year
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