Best Poems Written by Petrus Hanghome

The Shot

The afternoon was clear and hot
Bad weather to do games of sport
Definitely of any sort
But this was the only chance I got

I boldly took my spot
Thoughtless of the man I am not
Wounds now clot
Breath now short

And like a thunder bolt
I let it float with volt
Swishing as it feels every knot
Tomorrow will thank me for this shot

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