The Wooden Blade, or Scream

Start Dramatic Poem.

The hunter came home

And he said to everyone

I found it

What?

The Beast

The village got excited

There was going to be a

Slaying

The Head of the village

He called everyone

To gather

And watch

This

He Said

Is the Beast

It has done wrong

It has injured

It has caused harm

This

He Said

Is the Beast

So, he said

It must be punished

We must slay it!

Everyone was

Quiet.

The butcher came on

Out

He drew his blade

Made of 

Wood

He stepped back

He made sure the 

Beast was 

Secure

He raised his 

Sword

He ran

And he swung.

The Beast

He did not Roar.

But you could see its

Pain.

End Dramatic Poem.

If you all do not understand, this poem is about a public caning we were forced to witness in school. Scary.

Anyway, as some of you may know, I'm not coming home this week. And it's okay. I am okay with it.

It's just my hallmaster, that's all.