I was walking down a muddy path,
My stomach feeling the feeling of wrath,
but it’s because I’m sensing a feeling of a psychopath.
I felt like my breath was going through sudden death when I spied a herd of boats.
The forest is gloomy I’m not feeling so bloomy, so I ran to the nearest boat.
I shaked like a blender, by myself, I’m slender so I look up and say,
“Oh look at the trees, they’re swinging like electrical fiends.”
By Marcelina