Ballad

There was once a boy
who had a  turtle
he loved it so much

he named it squirttle



The turtle would make him happy and gay
Seeing the turtle would make his day

The turtle had a nice glossy shell

Sadly one day the turtle fell



The boy poked and poked and it wouldn't get up

It just laid there, a silent rock

The boy's only tear turned into a waterfall

Squirttle the turtle was his only friend

Squirttle the turtle now laid their dead



He could taste sadness in his mouth

and see his once living friend.

He could hear the silence of a once beating heart

and that just felt like his world was tearing apart.

The boy smelt  a foul smell then

He smelt the smell of a dead friend