When I was a little girl
I didn't have a friend in the world
The neighbor kids were mean
The one they always picked on was me
Except for when choosing sides
They always picked me last, making me cry
Whenever we played Red rover
No one would ask me to come over
When the dodgeball flew
I didn't have to guess, because I knew
Aimed at my face
Hard enough to knock me into space
One day I'd had quite enough
They played far too rough
Setting out into the noonday sun
With a book and a lunch for one
I'd hike the shaded woods behind our house
And find a cool spot to read, quiet as a mouse
It was there I met Henry, my new friend
No one believed me when I told them
But, Henry was a toothy reptilian
The size of a tree, and then some
I could hear him stomping through the woods
Long before he crashed into the glade where I read my books
We rarely spoke, but I shared my lunch
Henry, being Continental, called it brunch
Why weren't you afraid of him, you might ask
Because I was too small for him to catch
With his short, little arms, I was out of reach
For him to snack on me with those big, sharp teeth
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Tina D'Angelo
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Comments (4)
Beautiful and so much truth in it about the mean kids and environment that make us feel quite lonely at times when we are fancy to play to connect what a great friend Henry :) I also felt like I have a friend in dinosaur form when in my childhood so good to read Your poem :)
Oh I thought you're not afraid of Henry because he's not mean like those kids. Your poem was so poignant. Loved it!
This is brilliantly written and rhymed, nicely done!
Aw, this was all kinds of sad, sweet and beautifully written. Well done Tina and sorry you had that experience.