Jennie Renee Sparrow
Awkward Abigail - Poem by Jennie Renee Sparrow
There is a girl I know that lives down the street,
She is the most awkward girl that you'll ever meet.
Her wardrobe is also quite strange indeed,
Clothing from the 1960's only in the color green.
I have seen her obsession with her fifteen cats,
But I am sincere when I say that it isn't just that.
It is the words that she says whenever she talks,
It is the things that she carries whenever she walks.
By any means I do not fear her at all,
Some say her illness is due to a severe fall.
Details are unknown due to many conflicting rumors,
Exact stories and those less actual tell of brain tumors.
How is it that such a being could even function or be alive if all those odd tales were even accurate or true,
Whispers throughout the neighborhood implied of her next victim and I overheard that it was you.
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