The Murder
The Murder
I woke up late at night,
Crept into the kitchen,
Searched for a sharp knife,
And continued the mission.
I slowly moved around,
Making not a single sound,
Cause none should know me for,
What I’m about to bound.
I then traced down my victim
Planned to get it out,
From its home secretly,
Without getting caught.
I rather moved forward,
Opened the creaky door,
Slowly then gripped my victim,
And brought it a little close.
I pulled my knife out.
Made sure no one sees,
The murder I’m going to do,
A kill behind disguised peace.
I stuck my knife deep in.
Let the liquid flow.
I made too many cuts.
Sadly, there was none to woe.
I spiced it all up.
Squeezed a small lemon.
Delighted for my victory.
I murdered a watermelon.
THE END