JELLY
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Omar Zakzouk, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2019
JELLY JELLY IN MY BELLY
WOBBLE WOBBLE IN MY
PLATE YOU’RE THE RIGHT
TYPE OF FOOD FOR A DATE
OH NO I BROKE MY PLATE LIKE JELLY BROKE MY HEART WHEN SHE DIDN’T SHOW FOR THE DATE.
OH WHY DID I FALL FOR YOU
KNOW I HAVE THE FLU FROM
A PERSON THAT SNEEZED ON
MY JELLY WHILE I WAS DAY
DREAMING ABOUT YOU
NO MORE JELLY I’M SICK ON BED I WISH I GOT SHOT IN THE HEAD BUT AS YOU HEARD I’M SICK IN BED.
OH JELLY JELLY SO SWEAT
SHE WOULDN’T EVEN SPEAK
TO ME EVEN WHEN I TEXTED
HER WERE TO MEET.
OH NO I JUST REALIZED THAT THE DATE WAS SCHEDULED FOR NEXT WEEK.