A Poem

Thought I'd share with you guys a poem I wrote when I was in grade 4 or 5 (I was a wee-lad of about ten).

Now, if I remember correctly, the assignment was to choose a picture - any picture - and write a poem inspired by that picture.

Me, being the charming sicko I was (still am, really), trawled through the various horror movie books and found a delicious photo from some movie I have no idea the name of, of a girl sitting in a booth or the back of a car, an axe imbedded in the top of her head, blood flowing down her face, her mouth locked in a final shocking gasp. Very gruesome, very shocking - so very perfect!

Anyway, here's what I wrote all those years ago:

MY POEM by Brett McBean

A young girl age sixteen was sitting in a cafe drinking caffeine,
When suddenly the clouds turned black and in walked a maniac.
He yelled out "Kill" and that made everyone race out with a chill.

He turned around and saw the girl, brought out an axe and was ready to kill.
He walked over then he stopped, by this time he was about to chop.
The axe went down the sky looked dull, the echoed sound of her cracking skull.

He hit her so hard her brain turned to jelly, while it felt like chainsaws cutting in her belly.
Blood trickled down upon her face, across her leg, it felt like mace.
It soon was over and of course she was dead.
The rain was gone, but what a mess.

Copyright Brett McBean 2006

Not exactly Shakespeare, but hey, I'm sure it gave the teacher a good scare!