Oh Guillotine

• Tegwen Boyle, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2015

Guillotine Oh, guillotine
Why do you sentence me to death?
With the disgusting smell of the headmen’s breathe
Guillotine Oh, guillotine
I don’t want my last thought
To be why does he have that wart?
Guillotine Oh, guillotine
His scars ride abreast
On the road to ugliest
Guillotine Oh, guillotine
Of comes his head
The crimson blood is spread
Oh, guillotine