The Tribe

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a personal poem, written for me and Dancerjive. It's about a group of guys that we know that put us through hell, but somehow we got the better of them. They were actually kind of funny sometimes, and they enjoyed us insulting them, lol, perhaps you guys were in a similar situation?

Submitted: April 03, 2007

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So many of them,

We just didn't know,

Who were their friends,

And where they would go.

We saw them a lot,

They'd ruin our day,

Kicking soccer balls,

Directed our way.

It got so annoying,

They just kept it on,

Until me and my mate,

Played the game and we won.

We faced them with a smile,

And soon they were stunned,

How could two girls,

Make torture so fun?

We knew that they liked it,

As we were smart too,

 We could get to them,

And nobody else knew.

School became Jerry Springer,

And hate became action,

Then we could see,

We were the main attraction.

They might've hated us,

They probably still do,

But we think our manner

Intrigued them heaps, too!

 

 

 


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