Horn Horrible Maine Haiku
Horn Horrible Maine Haiku
when he would take aim
kill became terrible game
had received the blame
never gave a hoot
to death some people did shoot
would wear a brown boot
cannot bring them back
love and mental skills did lack
he had blown his stack
heard them when they bowl
their life away killer stole
death out he did dole
a sad song was sung
dying breath was on his tongue
death around had hung
possible motivate
was to not let others live
death to them did give
result a sad site
killed himself removing blight
shed tears day and night
James Truthful Honorable Horn
(Thomas)
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