Benny was a small girl
With eyes that shimmered like a pearl
Her skin was moon pale and pitch black her hair
She wore strange dresses that made other girls stare
She wasn’t like the others
Who all came from normal mothers
Benny was a strange child
Her personality weird and wild
She had bubbles of happiness and fits of rage
She was like a butterfly one minute and suddenly a lion in a cage
She could be friendly and also very mean
Most of the time and all the time she wasn’t very clean
Benny was a child gone crazy
She wore a crown of poppies and a daisy,
it perched upon her little head
And remained up there until bed
She wore a rainbow on her chest
with flowers and stars upon her vest
The mothers began to gossip and the children began to laugh
Some complained that she needed a bath
They mocked the old weird van her dad drove
And her home-made bag her mom wove
They said rude things about her shoes
And often she would past a crowd of sniggers and boo’s
Benny had weird name
Parents thought it a shame
that little Benny was that way
With hippies and love and peace all day
They thought it was a waste of space
For her to even show her face
But Benny was a strong girl and stood up for her right
She wasn’t going down without a decent fight
She told them life’s more than material and money
But more about the flower, the bee and the bunny.
She shared her food, her clothes and smile
there was enought for quite awhile
The children learnt as time went by
To ignore the flowers and tye-dye
And look at the heart pumping life
Keeping her from falling into strife
pillipala
i like the message behind this poem
some of the lines don’t match up because of the syllable difference
but still a beautiful piece :)
well done
Fiona Christensen
Thanks! hahaha, ya i have this obsession that things must rhyme and that often happens.. but thanks hey!!!