Undeterred, a follower of rules
Such were the words my current self would use
If I were to describe my little self's muse
In first grade, when I didn't understand cues
The teacher went outside
Left us all with curiosity alright
Where did she go, where did she hide
May we take a peek, or a little sight?
Don't follow me, I won't be long
She said with a voice not unlike song
But be warned if you do follow along
You'll find out that you are in the wrong
So little me waited patiently
In my seat a little fidgety
But my friends were not scared, clearly
As they approached the door not very carefully
Aghast, I followed behind
To warn them, but they did not seem to take mind
Yet they shoved me in the front, then whined
The teacher was coming, they fled their hind!
My mistake, I was told
Should not have gone outside, why so bold?
Weren't you a child, not unlike gold
The good behaviors, have they been sold?
The teacher scolded with a grunt
Naughty child, a little runt!
Oh so naughty, like a knife so blunt
Useless and dumb, could be used as a punt!
Really, I guess it was my mistake
I should have stayed as still as a lake
But little me, it was time to wake
Your reputation was at stake!
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The Bottom of The Sea is Dark and Lonely
PoetryIn attempting to heal my wounds, Many more came to announce their arrival Etching their names onto the marble walls Of the grand palace in my wavering mind. So I sank deep, deep down into the depths Trying to find an escape. But the bottom of the se...
