Untitled (My Friend is Dead)

By Mathew, West Pullman Park Words@Play Program
Poems That's Weird, Grandma

My Friend is Dead
So I’ll make him a bed
In the ground he shall stay
Covered with hay
A happy life I hope it will be
And I’ll remember the time he could see
Then he was blind
And he walked behind
He was drinking tea
And then he fell into the sea
So now I stay and dig a grave for him
Now I wish I could save him