Lennie Small

He was big and tall
Never liked to brawl
Wasn't like by Curley
but was good at buckin barley
His stature was daunting
Curley would call it taunting

His strength seemed unreal
His hand could make a mouse squeal
he broke Curley's hand with ease
All he had to do was squeeze

He wasn't the smartest fellow
But maybe the nicest never shallow
His smile even warmed Crooks heart
it even comforted the tart
Even to the smallest creatures he was kind
It was like the way he was designed

He loved furry animals especially rabbits
In fact his dream was to tend the rabbits
It was the only thing that was really on his mind
It could be said that it made him blind
But it seemed to make him proud like that was his pride
Too bad his dream died

His companion George Milton was his best friend
Really his only friend
They shared the dream of owning their own land
Where he would have a hand
George shot him in the back of the skull
His name was Lennie Small

Author's Note

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