A Short and Simple Poem

in #poetry5 years ago

There was a man named Vhill,
and he was ill.
He called a doctor by the name of Phil.
For a hefty bill,
Phil discovered to kill
was the goal of a man called Mill.

Mill, Phil said,
was not right in the head.
Vhill was to stay in bed,
'til Phil could find the curing med.

The pain, Vhill could no longer bear,
though Phil did not care.
For he was Vhill's heir,
and Mill was no more than a scare.