Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star Poem by Mysterious Writer 333
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
I think dad's in a bar,
If that's true then he'll be high,
And maybe just want me to die.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
I can hear the screech of dad's car,
I'm a man, I won't cry,
But although I'm just 8, I want to die.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
Death seriously isn't far,
If I die, I'll go up so high,
And maybe be a twinkling star in the sky.
A beautiful sonorous piece of poetry nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for being a voice for those whom are by fear afraid to talk, when I was 8 and younger my father would be in a bar drunk and playing pool while me and my brother would sit for hours outside the bar in the car, he would bring a coke out for us and many times when we had to use the bathroom, we would pee in the bottles and pour it out the window.....this was many years ago, no child should go through things such as these, again, thank you for posting your poetry for the children.
I'm so happy you liked it! And yeah, it is sad, but true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you and you are most welcome.