I made Kennedy come with me to the nurse
Because of her arm
She kept telling me it hurts
I couldn't let this become harm!
Not to my Kennedy Maria Thomas
The nurse took her arm
Moved it around a bit
I sat there with all of my charm
Nervous out of my wit.
Hopefully Kennedy's alright.
She broke her arm
She has to go to the hospital.
YOU ARE READING
Kennedy Maria Thomas
PoetryCarlos needs something to write about in his upcoming Literature Project. A poetry book consisting of at least fifty poems. There's a girl in his class who never talks and is very pretty. What if he writes about her?
