Ansel was a kid who wouldn’t mind the teacher
She told his parents he needed a preacher
His father went into a storming rage
Then he went home and put Ansel in a cage
What she didn’t know was that he was a creature
About the Creator
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Comments (6)
Deep down, aren't we all?
Oh! This is cruelty Amazing and deep poem ✨
But he looks so innocent. Poor Ansel. Loved your poem!
Ooooooo, what kind of creature I wonder. But, I love the way this played out! Well done, MC!
Lol, Hilarious. The picture too.
Aww... It portrays a deep meaning. Him being caged? It still happens with some children.