I recently went to a chicken pox party.
I really just wanted to take a gamble at a poem.
They aren’t really my thing. This isn’t supposed to rhyme,
and the rhythm is probably way off. Tear it to shreds.
Poem writing is a skill I need to learn!
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Pox Party
I walked up to the door
As my gut did li’l flips.
I hadn’t met these people.
My shyness took control.
We entered the light home
Welcomed with warm hearts.
Step one was now complete:
Get inside the strange place.
Jon offered me his lolli.
I blew bubbles with Kate.
Toy trains flew with Georgia.
I might have had some fun.
Then we had to leave.
Time had just blown by.
My sister was shocked.
Mom had hid the soap.
We picked up lunch
As we headed home.
Smiles came when Mom said
Nuggets and fries for all.
I had wanted the pox
Since I was ten years old.
That didn’t change a thing.
I had tried to get sick.
