Little Herman

One early, cold and snowy morning, little Herman was a snoring. Herman's clock sang, "out of bed," "but I don't want to" Herman said. His closet was where he went first, "what to wear this part's the worst." "I don't know what I should wear." So he turned and walked out bare. In the kitchen he took a seat, and he said "mom, what's to eat?" "Whatever, you want, you decide." "How am I to know," he cried. "I just wont eat, that's no debate, I better leave or I'll be late." Still with no clothes he ran out the door, it was so cold he cried "help me Lord." Dressed like that and no food in his belly, it wasn't long till he was jelly. It's easy to see he didn't last long. It was that day that he ended life's song. Herman died that day without visions, all because of his decisions.