Five Little Finalists

This is a little rhythmic poem I read in Daemon Hall, thought I'd share it with you. It's a twisted version of the Five Little Indians.

Andrew Nance
“Five Little Finalists”
Five little finalists waiting at the door. One vanished down a hole and then there were four.
Four little finalists plain for all to see. One was dragged into the night and then there were three.
Three little finalists made up this hearty crew. One was forced to walk the plank and then there were two.
Two little finalists, one went on the run—screamed and tripped and broke a neck and then there was one.
The last little finalist, almost had it won. Poor thing went insane and then there were none.

I hope you all enjoy.



Blessings