I wear a black gown

But I am not a clown

It’s my hobby to scar people

I wait till someone to come by to scare

I  prepare in a spot

I see a lot

Of blood

Then drag them through the mud

That is the last they see

Then chuck them at the cork tree

Again I got to my tree

I drink crystal tea

My mum is mean and

Is keen

to kick me out

But I doubt

She tossed  out my stuff

Sometimes I  cry out in anger

I have one glass eye

People still come by.

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2 Replies to “100wc”

    1. Thanks Harguan! Your the one who really helped me create it though you can tell because I hardly write poems.
      Thank you so much for commenting on my blog!

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