P.E. Crush Poem by Elcee Haley

My DAY/ alWAYS/ starts IN/ the P/E GYM.

My SKILLS/ with SPORTS/ are ON/ly GET/ting WORSE.

For EV/ery DAY/ my EYES/ onLY/ see HIM.

My CRUSH/ on HIM/ can REAL/ly BE/ a CURSE.


My SIS/ter COA/ches ME/ in BAS/ket BALL,

So WHEN/ I'm THERE/ he WON'T/ think THAT/ I'm DUMB.

But I/ soon FIND/ hard WORK/ won't HELP/ at ALL,

‘Cause NOW/ it's KICK/ball TO/ which I'LL/ sucCUMB.


I SIT/ and WATCH/ him PLAY, /I'm FEEL/ing SAD.

And THEN/ some THING/ hapPENS/my SPI/rits RISE

It TURNS/out THAT/ his SKILLS/ are AL/ so... BAD?

InSIDE/ my CHEST/ my HEART/ jumps UP/ and FLIES!

My HEAD/ no LONG/er WORR/ies I'VE/ no TETHER

‘Cause NOW/ we CAN/be TERR/iBLE/ toGETHER.