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Henry

My best friend

By Tina D'AngeloPublished about a month ago 1 min read
Henry
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When I was a little girl

I didn't have a friend in the world

The neighbor kids were mean

The one they always picked on was me

Except for when choosing sides

They always picked me last, making me cry

Whenever we played Red rover

No one would ask me to come over

When the dodgeball flew

I didn't have to guess, because I knew

Aimed at my face

Hard enough to knock me into space

One day I'd had quite enough

They played far too rough

Setting out into the noonday sun

With a book and a lunch for one

I'd hike the shaded woods behind our house

And find a cool spot to read, quiet as a mouse

It was there I met Henry, my new friend

No one believed me when I told them

But, Henry was a toothy reptilian

The size of a tree, and then some

I could hear him stomping through the woods

Long before he crashed into the glade where I read my books

We rarely spoke, but I shared my lunch

Henry, being Continental, called it brunch

Why weren't you afraid of him, you might ask

Because I was too small for him to catch

With his short, little arms, I was out of reach

For him to snack on me with those big, sharp teeth

childrens poetryBallad

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Tina D'Angelo

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Comments (4)

  • Darkos7 days ago

    Beautiful and so much truth in it about the mean kids and environment that make us feel quite lonely at times when we are fancy to play to connect what a great friend Henry :) I also felt like I have a friend in dinosaur form when in my childhood so good to read Your poem :)

  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a month ago

    Oh I thought you're not afraid of Henry because he's not mean like those kids. Your poem was so poignant. Loved it!

  • ThatWriterWomanabout a month ago

    This is brilliantly written and rhymed, nicely done!

  • Paul Stewartabout a month ago

    Aw, this was all kinds of sad, sweet and beautifully written. Well done Tina and sorry you had that experience.

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