The Black Death
Back in the day when the plague was around,
Rats spred their fleas all over the town,
Unfortunatly people had no clue it was rats,
So they decided to kill all of the dogs and the cats.
Symptoms could vary,
From coughing to death,
They stayed in their houses,
Untill nothing was left,
Sneezing, shivering even bodys turned black,
They ran out of coffins,
And wear buried in a sack.
Attaching leaches, smoking a pipe,
Not knowing it was the creatures,
Oh what a fright,
The Witch Doctor came with no suprise,
And told all of the people all kinds of lies,
This news brought them fear,
"Oh am i going to die my dear".
The plague went away,
As the days went by,
Unfortunatly people still did die,
People are rembered as the years move along,
But the memories of there family's will move on!
by georgia bunton,
rachael watson
and
lauren davison
