Poetry

The mighty warrior stands tall.

He puts fear into the hearts of all.

When he travels by day,

The peasants move out of the way.

But out steps a fright onto the path

Were the warrior enjoys his walk.

Thankfully, the fright is just daft

And is nothing but talk.

Thus the warrior and fright

Began their fight.

They battled and fought

Until the fright was weary

But the warrior was not.

The warrior went to give the death blow

As the six-year-old dug his spoon into his cereal.

        Written by:  Cody Lunsford