My First Poem

The string I hang from

On the tree

Holds me up

For the crowd to see

Anxiously the crowd awaited

As my reaper entered

The cheers of the crowd grew louder still

As he picked up his weapon, and centered

His arm pulled back 

He steadied his aim

I heard it SNAP!

My whole body in pain

The crowd was pleased 

The second time round

He brought the stick up

And SMACKED it back down

Again I heard the CRACK

And I gave a yell

I saw him smile

As I fell

The crowd  celebrated

And ran to my side

But not for guilt

But to look what’s inside

The greedy pigs 

Took all they oughta

Because it was candy

And I’m a Piñata

-Nathan Shaw