Fiction Activity

Competition
Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 1
Textual submission

Of course he knew that we would fall,
he attacked us hard and it took our all
To stand up to him, our faces grim,
knowing our chances indeed were slim.
His troops of hawkbats he did send in,
all at once there was a din
as they all swooped down with guttural noise,
destroying all our hopes and poise
as they latched on and began to tickle
as tears down our faces did trickle.
We laughed and laughed and slapped our head,
til all at once we dropped down dead.
Laugh ourselves to death, we did
and sealed the nails in our coffin lid!