Just a Tale
I met a man who wears a purple shirt
An aub ergine was what came to my mind
He smiled at me and complimented my skirt,
I looked at him as if his eyes were blind.
His tone was sweet, his voice was full of cream,
And eyes that followed like a little bird
He wanted me to attend a ball with him,
B ut I ignored every word I heard.
Now people wonder why I am so crude
B ut I had only b een a dodging tool
If he were not my brother my friend Jude
Had liked to stalk I would have acted cool
He brought me lots of jewels for the ball,
I hope he doesn’t know I threw them all.
Jaye Ahn | illustration
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S uzy Park