There I was sitting still thinking thoughts about the kill
Was he dead or fast asleep was I wrong to cry and weep?
Did I make the right choice or just ignore my inner voice?
Then again did I choose? or was I bound just to loose?
He hurt my girl What could I do? Could I dance or sing the blues?
No this is how it had to be! Death, a prison he won’t walk free.
I knew I had made it right, I smushed the ant who tried to bite.
Any advice on my poem?? and yes I really did feel bad about killing da ant poor buddy
Was he dead or fast asleep was I wrong to cry and weep?
Did I make the right choice or just ignore my inner voice?
Then again did I choose? or was I bound just to loose?
He hurt my girl What could I do? Could I dance or sing the blues?
No this is how it had to be! Death, a prison he won’t walk free.
I knew I had made it right, I smushed the ant who tried to bite.
Any advice on my poem?? and yes I really did feel bad about killing da ant poor buddy