Toby Poem by Morgan Michaels

Toby was sorry and fairly oozed a mix of pity and love. It sickened him to think Ajax didn't care. Life was unfair. To think the little fellow tried on that death-defying flip for the sake of Mme Jeanette, and, then, only because he thought she had the hotz for him!
Imagine! HIM! Toby Nobody from Nowhere. The jealous little fool! It made him want to cry to see the poor exotic, pretty scrappy, after all, and ALL boy, his neat little butt sitting in the sawdust, his foot twisted at a strange angle to its shank, covering his perfect face with his hand and actually sobbing- -in fear, in...