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The Murder

The Murder

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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

 


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