Mine (An Old Poem)
Mine
He wanted the baby.
She wouldn’t give it up.
He grabbed one end, and
She grabbed the other.
They pulled.
The baby died.
The couple used popular mechanics
And worked it out the old-fashioned way.
Are we much better today?
(A/N: Woah! I just found this poem from July 2017, and I used to be much better at poetry than I am today! :O Be sure to let me know what you think down below!)
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