PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Write-up







She said a cuss word right out loud,

A bad one (you can smell).

I didn't like the boy she cussed,

Had thought the same myself.

~o0o~

But she was loud and all had heard

Her break the handbook rule.

I hated to, but wrote her up,

To keep the tempers cool.

~o0o~

I try to keep abreast of things,

And lean toward what is right,

But sometimes what I WANT and do,

Don't meet each other quite.

~o0o~

She said a cuss word right out loud.

It wasn't all that bad.

But had I not then handled it,

We'd both be very sad.

~o0o~

Her peers would tell the matter,

And I'd be called to state,

Just why I hadn't done more.

And that's the part I hate.

~o0o~

Because he'd pushed her to it,

And I'd have done the same,

Were I an eighth grade student,

With hormones still untamed.

~O0O~