A Poem I found

[Tundra]

I found this one:

I risked my heart on a summer love
With the summer sky so high above
He said that we would never part
And so I gave him all my heart
But as the summer days did pass
He broke my heart. Alas.

My dad taught me this one:

One dark night, in the middle of the day,
Two dead boys got up to play.
Back to back, they faced each other,
Drew their knives and shot each other!
The deaf policeman heard the noise
And came to kill the two dead boys

[Tundra]

Oh, and my dad wrote this one:

This is Jack the cat who caught the mouse
that scurried through the grass outside the house;
through the open kitchen door
in he slunk and pinned his prey to the floor.

The Madam heard some awful squeaks
and squealed her own "Yikes!" and "Eek"s
and called Jack names I can't write here
lest I burn my gentle reader's ears.

She shouted for the Master to come downstairs
while the mouse squeaked final, desperate prayers
and Jack bared sharp teeth in his hungry maw,
unsheathing his honed executioner's claws.

Down the stairs the Master pounded
the Madam waited, mouse squeals sounded--
Jack paused a split second at the Master's shout
then spun around and darted out,

leaving the quailing mouse alone--
alive, skin intact, with no broken bone,
feebly hunting for shelter across the wide floor,
fearing the Master as much as Jack, maybe more.

But the mouse was saved and mercifully cast
out into the night-- not at all like the last
little mouse to meet Jack: we can still see the stains
of intestines and spleen, of liver and brains,

little rust-colored traces of remnants of mouse
(and chipmunk and bunny, and plucked fledgling grouse)!
The Madam was sick of fur, feathers, and blood;
the Master, tired of carnage, of the "merciful thud";

So together the two made a law: Jack eats in!
Now they know where he is, and they know where he's been,
and he's taken well to his lessons on where to find the Light Cream,
Sarabeth's Jams, brown eggs and goat brie.

All organic! All fresh! All natural, cage-free!
Jack stands at the height of feline envy.
He's exchanged his habits of evisceration and murder
for new tastes, skills and passion: the refrigerator!

[Sapphire]

One dark night, in the middle of the day,
Two dead boys got up to play.
Back to back, they faced each other,
Drew their knives and shot each other!
The deaf policeman heard the noise
And came to kill the two dead boys

My friend told me this one but it ends differently.

[Tundra]

Isn't that an awesome poem? It's like my favorite ever!

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