There was a school pupil who shot with a gun I don't know why he shot with a gun. Perhaps we'll die. There was a school teacher who shot with a rifle. It shivered and jittered and recoiled inside her. She shot with the rifle to stop the gun. I don't know why he shot with the gun.
A poem about guns
A poem about guns
A poem about guns
There was a school pupil who shot with a gun I don't know why he shot with a gun. Perhaps we'll die. There was a school teacher who shot with a rifle. It shivered and jittered and recoiled inside her. She shot with the rifle to stop the gun. I don't know why he shot with the gun.