| General Poetry
posted February 27, 2023 |
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Disaster At Nine
I shall never forget the horror,
Though I live many a tomora.
My worst nightmare burst free,
And trampled roughshod over me.
I a stranger, like an alien, hurled,
into a brand new, unknown world.
Forces far beyond my control,
Had turned me into an ugly troll.
They were sleek and confident,
each strong, while I was spent.
Their endless, mindless chatter,
well proved, I didn't matter.
The horror of my miserable life,
grew worse with inner strife.
It climaxed the day I was nine;
A GIRL picked ME for her Valentine!
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