Balled

• Michael Cullinan, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2007

One day there was a lady named Rosy,
Who was walking down the road,
She saw a man who looked a little bold,
The grass she was on short because it had just been mowed.

All of a sudden she fell over,
The man had shot her cold,
Her dog jumped up,
And bit his head that was very, very bold.

He let out a scream,
It must of hurt a lot,
Because he was wishing he was in a dream,
Then he fell over in a plot.

Her dog ran up and sat by her side,
While whelping out in strain,
But at that moment she died,
right after he shot her again.