Ok, this is dumb so I wasn’t gonna post it… but dude, someone needs to post something. So here – “laugh it up, fuzzball.” *cough* ummmmmmm yeah, ok Sandy, you’re a liiiiittle bit crazy. Also, I have a sis next to me whining for the computer, so I need to hurry up and get this posted.
~Sandy
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One summer day, the sun shone bright,
The flowers yawned and smiled,
The glist’ning dew greeted daylight,
And peace reigned for awhile.
Joy sat upon a bench that swung,
With a pen in her hand.
Around her she could see no one,
Which she considered grand.
“Well, that makes it all the better,”
She mused, “To write this song.
It’s simpler to form each letter
When everyone is gone.”
But ended was her solitude
When she noticed that James
Was drawing closer, to intrude,
As he strolled down the lane.
He grinned and called, “Good morning, Joy!”
In such a cheerful way.
“Leave now,” she thought, “You stupid boy!
Oh please just go away!”
“Come on, why don’t we go fishing?”
He implored, “Oh, please do!
For so long have I been wishing
To spend some time with you.”
Joy’s wish was quite the opposite:
To have personal space…
Or what she longed for most, was it
To slap his handsome face?
“Well, I’d rather not hold a pole,
Waiting for fish to bite.”
Suddenly hope crept in her soul;
He’d fall for that -he might!
“Perhaps we can fly kites!” said James,
Much to Joy’s chagrin,
For she wouldn’t play ANY games,
Not with the likes of him!
How could she ever write this song
With James standing right there,
And begging her to come along
To smell the summer air?
“I am no good at flying kites,”
Joy replied hastily.
She didn’t add, “I’d rather write,
So please don’t bother me.”
“Oh, you can hold the kite while I
Guide your hands -it sounds fun!”
Suggested James, with pleading eyes,
And Joy wanted to… run.
This girl was so appalled that she
Could not even form words.
But she let out a little squeak,
Which sounded QUITE absurd.
“Perhaps you are afraid of kites…”
James reasoned. “Then… I know!”
A stroll would make you feel alright,
And you wouldn’t squeal so.”
“A stroll!” Joy exclaimed – then she beamed.
“I never thought of that!”
A moment later she was seen
A-skipping down the path.
How glad she was to be away
From that obnoxious boy!
Until she heard someone call, “Hey!”
And, well, Joy had no joy.
She turned and found James right behind;
Gasping for breath was he.
It somehow startled her to find
Him following closely.
“Listen! I’ve got a song to write,”
Joy shouted, “Don’t you see?
Sorry to be so impolite,
But you are QUITE crazy.”
And with a quick, decided nod,
She skipped speedily home.
James took his kite and fishing rods,
Then walked away alone.
An idea formed in his head,
Dispelling his sorrow.
“For love,” he thought, “is never dead!
I’ll be back tomorrow.”
Pleeeeease? I got a really good motive for my villain.
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