This poor boy

This poor boy

A Poem by Hickory Dickory

There is a boy who follows me 'round,
And calls himself my friend.
If I shoved him to the ground,
Maybe this will end.

This poor boy without a friend,
Gets on my last nerve.
He drives me 'round the bend,
Down every single curve.

This lost boy without a soul,
Really creeps me out.
If he fell into a hole,
I'd laugh without a doubt.

© 2023 Hickory Dickory


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That boy is Lucy to get you as a friend 😊

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Added on November 19, 2023
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Hickory Dickory
Hickory Dickory

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I love to write poems, no matter whether they are good or not, and I find writing them relaxing and theraputic. more..

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