Girls At The Ball

• Amberleigh Grossman, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2007

Five pretty girls are running down the hall,
They’re all heading to a fancy ball.
They’re all dressed in dresses made of lace,
And here comes my elegant friend Grace.
She said I wish my dress was just like that,
Then tears started rolling onto the mat.
Suddenly she turned and ran out the door,
And from then on no one saw her any more.