There's a trio of friends
At Divine Junior High.
Two girls and a boy,
One whom can fly.
The boy has horns,
One girl has wings.
The other's not special
though she writes and sings.
They have unique talents,
these children three.
They help one another
With friendly glee.
The boy protects them
From bullies and crooks.
The human explores
And the angel reads books.
One hot summer's day,
While out at recess,
A bully did come,
the friends he detests.
He beats the horned boy
Who runs away,
Leaving the angel
With no one to play.
He runs to the blacktop,
Its asphalt hot,
For there he could stay,
And the bully could not.
The bully then stomps,
his bod' like an ox,
To the small human girl
who was in the sand box.
She was chased from the sand
And with tears in her eyes
She runs to the boy,
Upon whom she cries.
The two take their weapons,
A stick and a stone,
And search for the bully;
His sins he'd atone.
They find the big bully
Who rests on a tree
Then begin their attack
And the bully did flee
The girl saw the tree,
Its shade cool and dark,
And that this must be
The best spot in the park
I'll take this tree,
for I am too hot.
And for you my friend
I give you my spot.
The boy did the trade
And though it was hot
There was a fountain
Whose water stopped not.
The spot disappointed
After many days
The boy is tired
And to her he prays
Please reconsider,
The sandbox is hot
Can I come here
To this cool and green spot?
To his surprise
The girl shook her head
And pushed him away
Then up and said
We had a deal!
You gave me this place
Now there's no room
Get out of my face!
The boy became angered
And also upset.
He struck the girl's cheek;
Her words she'd regret.
Back to his spot
Holding back his tears
He thought of them
His friends for years.
On monkey bars,
Away from the rest,
The small angel perched,
Her hands to her chest.
What happened to us?"
The angel did say
We were so close,
To whom should I pray?
From that point on,
The three remained,
With everything lost
And nothing gained.
For the bully returned
With two of the same
And with these three
Great torment came.







Devious Comments
You're far better than myself. -feels inferior-
I've always had a large soft spot for poems like these.
Good job.
--
I am nothing.
I am emptiness embodied.
I am lack.
I am yours.
You call my stuff interesting, this was amazing!
--
I shall not tempt you,
for that would be dangerous.
But if you tempt me, you will learn
that death is a seductive force,
and I am the most powerful seductress of them all.
I'm not one who writes poetry very often, actually. This is the only one I've ever really been satisfied with.
--
I shall not tempt you,
for that would be dangerous.
But if you tempt me, you will learn
that death is a seductive force,
and I am the most powerful seductress of them all.
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