Question by Assistant Regional Night Manager: What do yall think of my ballad?
What do yall think of my ballad?
My teacher said it had to rhyme and the last line of each stanza(the refrain) had to be the same:
His name was Clay.
Clay was ever so gay.
His lover was Jay.
Together they did ballet.
But from the grave he would make her pay.
Clay’s ex was Renee.
She was active in the NRA.
Renee, to Clay’s dismay,
Planned to kill Jay.
But from the grave he would make her pay.
She once caught her future prey
on top of Clay,
doing a cliche,
greased in more oil than in Prudhoe Bay.
But from the grave he would make her pay.
She grabbed a gun from her cache,
put on her beret,
looked over to the below brae,
and waited for the impeding fray.
But from the grave he would make her pay.
To that hillside, everyday
the two would lay,
beavering away
at making the perfect cafe au lait.
But from the grave he would make her pay.
Renee took out a Coonan Model A.
She took aim for Jay’s toupee,
but the bullet went astray
and put Clay away.
But from the grave he would make her pay.
Renee tried to kill Jay,
for she still loved Clay.
She killed herself that day,
died of a broken heart, they say.
But from the grave he would make her pay.
Best answer:
Answer by Mihir D
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i’m sure you’d ace this
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