(WARNING: This is the crappiest poem known to mankind because I don't writing poetry often, I'm just plain AWFUL at it, I wrote this a while ago, and it's not really meant to be good. I appreciate suggestions, try to ignore the awfulness!)
She lived in a world
So broken and stripped,
No food to be chewed
No water to be sipped
He lived in a house
So golden and grand
Where there was never a shortage
Of blueberry jam
She found a berry bush
Strange, blue-colored fruit
She told all her friends
And together they'd loot
They'd pick what they could
Leave the rest for the rich
For they knew stealing
Would get their backs whipped
The rich boy didn't notice
His bushes were bare
Not until morning
When he was made aware
What made him aware
Was lack of blueberry jam
No sugar to cover
The toast in his hands
The boy caught the girl
He cried, "You're so unfair!"
Yet as he scolded her
She did nothing but stare
"I'm the unfair one?"
She tried not to be rude.
"The people in the village
don't even have food!"
He faltered a moment
and tried not to care
but there were rips in her clothes
and dirt in her hair
"No food in the village?"
he whispered in stun
"And that's why my berries
are suddenly gone?"
She nodded in shame
He let go of her wrist
Then she reached on her tiptoes
And gave him a kiss
"Thank you, sweet boy,"
she called as she ran
"Service truly does change
a boy to a man"
From then on the rich boy
sold all of his jam
and turned the poor village
to a wonderful land
And that shows us, dear readers,
He just needed a push
To create a story of giving
And a Blueberry bush
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