The Bloody Nose Poem by Nicholas Wayde Turner 24
The Bloody Nose
You were the first and the last.
We should never dwell on the past.
The blood came pouring out.
And it really made me shout.
The red covered my hand.
And it was then you got me a band.
You rushed to the rescue.
Thank you for the help.
But why don’t you jump into some kelp.
Just kidding just kidding.
The bloody nose was one of the funniest times.
There was never such a crime.
February 23,2015
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