You

• Chloe Borg, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2016

You!
You are as ordinary as the colour beige
As people pass they will smell the breath of a skunk
Who's been roaming around in a pile of stinking junk
You run around so weirdly, a chicken with no head
Then trips over your feet and ends in a hospital bed
Your legs nailed wooden stumps, moving like snails
Then cracks and crumbles leaving nails
Whenever I see you, old and scrubby
You remaind me of my grandma's hubby
That face of yous; a dirty soccer ball
Makes me sick and want to haul
Then there's your family, who doesn't know them?
I'm glad I only knew one of ten.
But at the end of the day, it comes to this,
You... you are only my greatest nightmare!