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I started writing this, and the words were coming to me so quickly. As I was writing, it started out to be a "thriller". But in the end it all changed. Several people have gotten a tickle out of this poem, as I hope you will.

Thriller

From my front porch I stepped.
And from the darkness The Evil leapt.
My heart did pound at this terrible sight.
I thought the monster got me on this night.
His "claws" were bare and cold as ice.
I had no time to stop and think twice.
I grabbed the knife from in my pocket.
I stabbed it in him like a rocket.
He moaned a sound I've never heard .
To this day I've spoken no word.
It pains me so to tell you now.
All it was, was the neighbors cow!!
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3 Visitor Comments

jc
really nice, made me laugh! i mean, a cow?!original, though i never tried it-yet(just joking!)
Melissa
Awwww, this short poem story says it all. It is sad and very depressing, I feel ur pain Holly!On a scale from 1 to 10 i give it a total 10!Keep on writing for me, u r very talented!I seriously mean it!GOOD job!
Puff
LOL this is really funny! its so cute!

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