My crush on Bruce
At age of twelve I loved a guy named Bruce
he was a cute boy who had dark brown eyes and hair
in his school uniform he looked so spruce
but passed me by as though he didn’t care.
Each day I went out walking by his house
slow, back and forth to see if he came out.
I hoped he'd look as I tried to arouse;
his family would be teasing him no doubt.
I thought it was true love I felt for him
but, when he told the boys and girls at school,
they teased and taunted me; behind the gym
I went and hid myself. I felt a fool.
So then I kicked him in the knackers, hard
and down he went upon his knees in pain
in front of all the kid’s in the school yard.
I got the cane - he never mocked again.
He tried to make amends from that day on,
to walk with me and carry all my books
but feelings I had felt for him were gone.
His friends would walk behind us just to look.
So puppy love is what I call it now
true love comes as we age and there’s the diff.
You meet the one you know and then, somehow,
it sneaks up and hit’s you in the midriff.
Jenelda White July 19, 2007
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A contest entry
- Only For Members Of Hugh Wyles Favourite’s Group # 16 by huguenauties.
550 points, ended July 27, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Well ima's already commented but I did want to mention, "Nice hat!" And yes, that look scares me to death...ok, not death or I wouldn't be writing this...ok, it scares me to write...no that doesn't sound scary...oh wait...it's my writing...that IS scary....
where was I?
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HAHA Yem, well, I was a pretty tough kid in those days.
If looks could kill hey? Brucie would be long gone.
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Good kick Jen
HEHEHEHE Jen, You gave it to him good and proper! OOOO I bet that made his eyes smart!
They know not to mess with you and I know you are still fiesty!
GOODONYA Jen. A great poem.
Love Hine.
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Dear Jen,
I am sure that, having demonstrated your prowess as a ball-kicker, Bruce's admiration would have been aroused although his attempts to make amends for his former distain by carrying your books failed to rekindle your former crush on him.
Ah! What unhappy lot for loveless swain
that treats a girl who loves him with distain.
That unresponsive prick
deserves a well-aimed kick
in a part that gives excruciating pain!
Thankyou for sharing this story of love, rejection, gossip, revenge and remorse with us.
Does Bruce still carry your books? LOL.
Applause and good luck in the voting.
Love and hugs, XXX Hugh (R.)
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Puppy love is cute until the puppy grows into a big blundering dog!! I really love your poem, it is wonderful and made me smile from ear to ear. Good luck in the competition dear friend.
Hugs and love,
Petratani
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Hello Jenelda, your poem is refreshing and left me with wisdom Thanks for bringing me back to puppy love. Best of luck in the contest “It sneaks up and hit’s you in the midriff.” I love this line! . ~ Hugs, Sharon~
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What is it with you and punching and kickin! lol
Poor kid, he was a masochist...once you kicked him, then he wanted more.
So love wallops us in the belly huh...figures, nothing comes easily for me, lol.
Thanks for the smile, this fun poem hit the spot (not in the knackers thank goodness!) right now...people don't write enough humor.
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Yeah well CU he asked for it! I coulda done more damage if I wanted to.Well, you can see by the look in my eyes that I meant business.
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OH MY! That would hurt!
HMMM Jen.
I bet that hurt him for a long time when you kicked him there! OUCH! That would hurt, but at least he never mocked you again. Good one Jen
Thank you for entering our group contest and good luck with the voting.
Love A/J
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