The narrative poem we had to write in my honors English class. |
I remember a girl That I once met She was happier Than anyone could get. She had a million friends Always hanging around her The trumpets would sound Every time she came over. The boys would always Stand in a line Begging and pouting, "Princess Chloe be mine!" But she had a flaw That no one could see She had a crush on a boy Oh, how could it be? Brad wasn't a star On the football team Or have many talents, or so it might seem. He wasn't real smart Or cool at all But Chloe saw something As he walked down the hall. He picked up the books Of some girl who fell down And Chloe could see He was the nicest in town. If only she could Talk to him just once She could tell him maybe That he's what she wants. Everything was going According to plan Until it was clear Her new math partner was Dan. Though he might be A step above cute His chances with Chloe Were something close to minute. He had watched her from afar All the years that had passed He would not let this chance Slip away like an ass. He was formulating His master attack Until an idea Arrived with a whack! He could take her away To a secret place A man is only As much as he takes. His pen spoke to him And wrote down the details, She would be helpless And he would prevail! While he was planning He didn't stop to realize That Chloe was smart She would break through his lies. While all this was happening Just a few blocks away Chloe was pacing Thinking of what to say. She had gotten Brad's number From a friend of a friend Though she had lied to obtain it She could no longer pretend. It was then she received An unexpected call Becky needed her To inspect a new shawl. Chloe gathered her things And stormed out the door She would call Brad later And to that she swore. Not far behind her Dan lurked in the shadows He gave it all that he got Nothing else mattered. Next thing I know I wake up in my bed Realizing by now My dog hasn't been fed. So now I am sitting In this English class The teacher calls on me But I have to pass. Our next assignment Some kind of story poem I release this idea So that it can roam. Who knows? My dreams Could be the next hit, But for right now My memory won't let me quit. |