Theodore Roosevelt sitting in his car,
Waving to the crowd,
Not getting very far,
Before his assassin shoots a round.
Blocked by his lengthy speech,
And metal eyeglass case,
The bullet never breached
His chest or his face
Roosevelt however,
Was determined to speak.
This event will be remembered forever,
The president who was not weak.
Loved the idea of a poem! Great job.
ReplyDeleteWow, I'm surprised that you could condense that whole story into such a tiny poem. Short and sweet with a beat. c:
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