Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-28439145-20170712005333/@comment-31191359-20170723052625

Ok. Tell her i wrote this.

''The skunk looked up the tree. Saw his own tears.''

He whimpered.Remembering those victim to the bears.

''He cried. For it  was those that he knew.''

His tail bobbed sadly to the ground.

''Gently. his eyes closed. He fell.''

''He had enough. Of all dell.''

It hurt so bad

And his name was Lad.

''He descended. Descended.''

Furthur.

Furthur.

''Untill he hit the ground. ''

''One that was cold. ''

As his tears, Forgotten.

He slowly became of the title "Rotten"

For he is no longer Lad.

Once he was.

He was.