There once was a girl named Jenny
And her nose always bled
She worked at the local vet clinic
Where all the animals were underfed
One day she fell in love with a puppy
Decided to name that fur-ball Fred
Missed work for a week
Came back and he was dead
There once was a girl named Jenny
Whose nose always bled
They blamed it on bad circulation
All she knew was that she hated the color red
It followed her wherever she went
To school, to the movies, to bed
She'd dream of a cure for her condition
Then she'd wake up and realize dreams are often stuck in your head
There once was a girl named Jenny
Whose nose always bled
Most girls played with Barbie dolls
Jenny preferred monster trucks instead
But you didn't ever call Jenny a boy though
No, those are words you never said
Cuz if she ever heard you
You'd be in the nurses office ,like Jenny, because your nose suddenly bled
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Poem Potluck
PoetryEver feel like there are a thousand words you wish you could say. For some reason or other though, your hands are tied and your forced to hold your tongue. So these unheard words get filed in a cabinet in your mind, piling up until the drawers burst...
