A Boy Named John

Let me tell you a poem It won’t take long I’ll only tell you this once It’s about a boy named John John lives in Georgia He lives all alone Always stealing stuff To put in his one story home He cries like a baby All through the night When he hears stuff in his closet That gives him a fright He stays in the house Sleeps endlessly in bed He rarely gets up To even get a slice of bread One cold snowy morning John was found dead He has died a good death While sleeping in bed