Ryan

by Sierra   Jun 10, 2007


His name is Ryan
that's what she said
as she heard the story of how poor Ryan died
he's really dead

late that night
Ryan hid in fright
his dad called him to the room
and started beating him with the broom

Ryan ran out the door
and ran till he could run no more
his dad came up with a gun
Ryan was dead the dad was stunned

it was an accident that's all he said
but we know why poor Ryan's dead
now he lies in a new type of bed

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