The Life of A Young Poet

My youngest sister Abigail is eleven this year, and she just so happens to be the owner/writer at "Abigail's Pick-Your-Own Poems". The nice thing about this poem shop is that you don't have to find a poem to fit your need. Abigail will write a poem for any imaginable topic you choose.

For example, one of my first orders I placed was for a poem on the topic of "Bob Dylan". This is what my 50 cents bought me:

Bob Dylan is strange.
In fact, he is very strange.
I would even say
he's in the weirdo range.

After her and I had a conversation about beheading last week, I placed another order and once again it really paid off. I will type it as written.

"Beheading"
by: Abigail Hill

Here I go to the beheading
room, here awaits me death
and doom.

Here it comes, shines like
Ice, here's my head, ready
to slice.

Oh! It hurts! Oh! the pain,
like running your fingers
through a tangly mane

I have my few seconds
to look around, I have my
few seconds, to hear
my last sound

(Please flip 4 last stanza)

But good thing I'm a
Christian, cause I'll live
forever. I'll never go again
to that deadly old room,
no never.

Thank you for your business!
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Contact me for Abigail's phone number and you can Pick-Your-Own too.