Incident Poem

I sat on the park bench

Waiting for my best friend

When I saw that evil wench

I did not know I was close to the end

She walked up to me with greed in her eyes

And said “gimmie your ice cream”

Or will my ice cream meet its demise

Then she snatched and made me cry

I was only three

And ice cream isn’t free

And she smiled with glee

So I kicked in the knee

So she told on me

My punishment to write this poem to thee

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i like to
rhyme
i do it to sound
fly
i'll even do it if i have to
lie
about who i am
like i'm
will.i.am
but in truth i'm
Dr.Susse

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die
 is not the word of choice
pass is to watered down and
love
shows to much hope
why are they here haunting
my mind while i watch the starry
sky