Ever since I hit first grade
I've had a score to settle
The teacher took away my blocks
So it's time she taste the metal
At lunch i grab my juice box
And wait for her to pass
If only she knew whats coming
As she strolled along the grass
From around the corner blazing
Momentum on my side
I aim right at her knees
Pedaling my ride
Making contact she turns around
Shocked by my attack
But it's to late i've done the deed
I'm not coming back
Hit and run she got it good
I'm too smart for 1st
She'd better give me back the blocks
Or next time will be worse
I believe she learned a thing or two
I think as I finish snack
Now i know that i'll sleep good
As I nestle for my nap
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A contest entry
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Comments
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Serves her right for taking away your blocks. Let that be a lesson to her
Darlene
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I like this a lot
great rhyming and im sure the she deserved it, i mean really taking away your blocks
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lol darn tootin she deserved it, them are sacred to a little kid, that and Play-Doh =P
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Wow, the evil which runs through some kids mind is astonishing, to say the least. Fortunatly, in this case, there's probably not a lot of physical damage to be done with a bike, not like being hit by a car could do but traumatic just the same.
Your poem let me feel the fear of the victim and also the menace of the cyclist. You did a good job of getting those feelings across to the reader.
Dee
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