Miss Strange was never
Intended to be a friend
I only wanted to meet her
To fulfill my 6th grade revenge
But among what seemed shallow
A pool of curls and earbuds
I delved deeper
And found a personality to love
Sarcastic remarks
A twisted comment or two
I found that Miss Strange
Was one I related to
Her words were mysteries
And riddles to loathe
But what seemed morbid and dark
Was laughter hidden by woe
She may be reading this
And if that's so
I hope she understands
She now knows me the most
For Miss Strange may have been
In my mind a fool
To see romance and kindness
In that eternally unplayable tool
But for that player
And his awful game
I'm now grateful
To have met Miss Strange.
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Poems - because words rhyme
PoetryPoems, because words rhyme. There is nothing more satisfying than the perfectly wrapped-up limerick... other than a personal look at a friend's feelings. Please enjoy.
