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teenage love in a commission flat

I’m not that pretty but this guy at school he gave me a poem once.

Roses are clichéd.
Daisies, now they’re something else.
They bloom anywhere.

It was a haiku he said.
I didn’t understand it but it made me feel real happy.
Katie yanked it out of my hands.
She cacked and called him a pussy and he blushed and never wrote nothing about me again. Katie can be a real bitch. But she lives in the flat across the hall, and when the cops came and busted Dad she never said nothing about it at school neither.
So I guess I didn’t make a big deal.
Not over a poem.
But I keep it in the back of my knickers drawer.
Even if she says it’s lame.
I don’t care.
She never got no poem written about her.
Guys, they only call her when they’re watching porn.

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  1. Dubious Student
    December 8, 2009 at 4:29 pm

    This is wonderful. 🙂

    • December 8, 2009 at 4:42 pm

      Thank you for reading and commenting so kindly.

  2. December 9, 2009 at 1:05 pm

    nice. reminds me of the time i got a not from a girl in year 8, but the we were both too shy to ever talk about it.

  3. December 9, 2009 at 1:07 pm

    wow… typo comment deluxe… it was a ‘note’, not a not

    • December 9, 2009 at 11:27 pm

      I hear you, even with your happy quick typing fingers mashing away. Thank you, Derek, can’t wait to check out your blog.

  1. March 4, 2010 at 12:51 pm

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