Ok, Poetry is a form of art first off. Here’s a poem I made a while back. It freaked my mom out before she realised what it was:
Look, a dragon! Lock the castle up tight.
This dragon’s name is Satan, and he’s ready for a fight.
Call upon the carpenter, for he can slay the beast.
His name is Jesus, and he doesn’t fear Satan in the least.
Up the hill Jesus goes, to die for our sin.
He is determined not to let the dragon win.
Like a true carpenter, he used wood and nails.
But although Jesus died that day, he did surely prevail.
He left his sword and sheild for us to keep the dragon away.
So cling to the cross and bible, let the carpenter lead the way.
I know you said that because of an edit, but I thought I’d throw that out there for the doubters. Poetry is the best. It says it all. I love how yours are always in rhyming couplets! 