On a bright and sunny day,
The lottery takes its place.
Grab some stones,
And get the black box.
And hope for the best,
Hope it’s not you.
Your name is called. “Tessie!”
Make your way through the crowd,
And hope for the best.
Hold your hands around your head,
And hope for the best.
They pick up the stones,
Get ready, throw.
And remember it’s a bright and sunny day
----Haleigh
I like how you wrote it from third person view. -Jasmine
ReplyDeleteI like the poem and it's perspective, but the way you wrote it made it seem slightly more happy than depressing. -Rohmee
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