Caitlin Dwinnell Poet Rhyme

They Shot Him Down

Little Johnny Tredwell
Is the Call of Duty king
He shoots em up
He blows em up
With boom a bash a swing

Little Johnny Tredwell 
Is a violent young man
He pushes kids
He punches kids
But the smart children ran

Little Johnny Tredwell 
Has grown up to be a soldier
They shoot him up
They blow him up
The ground beneath him smolders


Little Johnny Tredwell 
Could have read a book
A mystery
A history
That's all it would have took

Now Little Johnny Tredwell
Is buried in the ground
He could've been 
The president
But his mind was never found

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Richard Palmer January 3, 2013 at 5:22 AM so much youths grow an ignorant life that leads them to the world of anger,when we loose them from childhood 80% of the time they are lost forever,great write Caitlin Caitlin Dwinnell January 3, 2013 at 8:06 AM Thanks

Terry O'Leary January 2, 2013 at 1:58 PM Snappy and to the point! Very nice... Terry Caitlin Dwinnell January 2, 2013 at 8:45 PM Thanks! I was hoping to make it simple on the outside, but have an extra layer of depth underneath. I hope you enjoyed it!