There is a mean girls in our class,
who doesn't do any humble job,
but begins to take credits when done no work at all!
By 'hook' or 'crook', she wins all games,
but to do her homework, she gets too lame.
(Everyday, her 'excusive' story is the same)
She goes everywhere, bossing, buzzing around,
'To obey my orders" she says, "you are bound!"
She keeps all teachers under a dilemma and becomes 'an apple of their eye',
"Oh so sweet, your are, my dear" they praise, "even sweeter than the apple pie."
But deep inside, we know her traps
& the secret of how she behaves like a wasp.
She ignites, in us, a fire of rage,
I'd truly say, my heart growls,
"What does she think of herself?
the ringmaster of our cage!!"
So, I would, for now, won't describe her anymore,
for it makes me rebel & revolt
and to chase her out of this school and become the new Usain Bolt!
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The Mean Girl
PoetryA poem about a mean girl in my class! The words speak of my true feelings about her.... This is my first draft, I need to edit it so no hates please! COPYRIGHT RESERVED
