Poems. By Melissa Davis.
Three women there were
Three women alone
They had as much allure
As any other one
The first she was shy
She did not know what to say
No whats, whos, or whys
Her head always looked the other way
The second was picky
Too specific, too perfect
Anything different was seen as icky
Every man had some defect
The third was wanting
She would be happy with any
But no man was ever asking
And so she was left empty
The three women wait
While everyone else walks in pairs
They never find a mate
And, in shame, embarrassed, despair
In the moonlight, you pounce at midnight
Attempting to keep from any fight
Deep sharp claws tear and shred the grass
Finding food with any unfortunate you pass
Your blue grey golden eyes are darting
And pointy ears are keen to all surroundings
Then, in a flash, all preying stops
A soft meow escapes and onto the grass you plop
Down I place your nightly treat
And this is the ultimate feat.
Today I became Alice in Wonderland
For into the rabbit hole I did descend
With a simple word one did demand
That I become ten and attend
A meeting with my principal
To discuss a tiny fight that I had.
Now, in what normal world shall
An adult have to defend why she was mad?
I did not say the first nasty remark
And yet I was placed with all the blame
On a journey as a student I must have embarked
As the other teacher tried to put me to shame.
But I would not sit and let her play me for a fool.
I did defend myself with all my will
And only a few tears kept me from total cool.
I am not a child like Alice with no skill
And the foolish teacher cannot make it right.
I will never forget the day down the rabbit hole
When I was like a ten year old in trouble for a fight
Thats launch was beyond my own control.
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