Would you like to hear a dear tale of woe
of a human that was spotted from head to toe?
Her spots were made of magnificent hue
From Purple to black and yellow to blue
She was once as perfect as any human can be
but that all changed on the day she turned three
The sky was blue, the grass was green
On her brow was the slight damp of a sweat sheen
Her parents looked on with proud big smiles
As they watched their daughter through her everyday trials
She spotted a snail a few feet away
She took one step and strangely swayed
Down she went, "ooh, bump, watch out! ..."
"Oww..." Her face formed that dangerous pout
It happened then; two spots appeared
Bright red on her knees as though the sun seared
And it didn't happen just once or twice
again and again came the spots like lice
It didn't matter what she was trying to do
The dots would appear as if on cue
But this was a determined girl we know
Her spots did not make her shy from any show
She wore them like prizes; her display of awards
Received from her battles against furniture boards.
Her smile never faded nor become ever jaded
From this constant ailment of skin so discoloured
So I think it is true if I say that this tale
Spoke volumes about a girl so very hale.
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This was a fun little poem. I think the ending could be reworked though, since the poem starts off about the tale being sad, but in the end it's more like the tale is about a healthy girl. Hmmm...
Cheers!
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