I wrote this poem as a school assignment when we read this BEYOND AMAZING book, The Book Theif by Marcus Zusak--- OMG IT'S SO GOOD-IF I COULD MARRY A BOOK, I'D PUT A RING ON THIS ONE. Also, I say the word "they" way too much in this poem, but oh well..
The Mysterious Jew:
His feather-like hair flew in the wind,
That he never got to feel upon his skin.
Weather reports from an imaginative girl,
Who was as fragile as a clear, white pearl.
They were great friends, him and the girl,
They had to be careful, for they could be caught.
They could not be separated, even in the dark.
The cold, cracked basement was like a fun-filled park
A bunch of gifts fell from the sky,
That the girl would collect instead of saying goodbye.
She loved the Jew.
The mysterious Jew.
