Two Foolish Young Kids Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

MY DAUGTHER GOES TO BED
AND SAID GOODNIGHT
SHE GOES TO HER ROOM
SHUT OFF THE LIGHT
PUT A ROPE AROUND HER NECK
AND RIGHT BEFORE SHE JUMPS
SHE FIND A REASON
A REASON NOT TO JUMP
NOW HER BOY FRIEND BOBBY
PUT A BULLET IN THE CHAMBER
SPIN IT AROUND
HOLD IT TO HIS HEAD
AND FIND A REASON
A REASON NOT TO PULL
AND PUT THE GUN DOWN
AND GOES TO BED
NOW THEY MEET ON THE BRIDGE
IT WAS HIGH TIDE
THEY KEPT THERE VOWS
THAN THEY JUMP
SIDE BY SIDE
AND THAN THEY WERE GONE
JUST TWO FOOLISH YOUNG KIDS