Chatterbox: Inkwell

Ah, early poetry, how I love thee! I feel a strange compulsion to post the third poem I ever wrote here, so, y'know, read it. And laugh. Loudly. I did, just now, and as everyone else is asleep, they're probably not very happy. Anywho, I present . . .

The Violent Violet

Once there was a violent violet
He lunged at all who e’er came near
Dangerous was that violent violet
Yest most who saw him shed a tear.

“Oh, boo-hoo,” they’ed cry with pity
“What a darling little dear,
He is only itty-bitty
And yet he must inspire fear.”

When the little violent violet
Saw others cry, he didn’t care.
Instead he yelled, “I’m Violent Violet!
I’m as vicious as a bear!”

This violent violet had jaws of steel,
And leaves like little claws
And just to prove that they were real
He’d give you a couple of flaws.

Some cried with pity, you have read
Some cried from other causes
And these – they cried with pain instead
‘Cause he’d scratched them with his clawses.

Then, quite suddenly the violent violet
Met another of his kind.
Just think – another violent violet
To terrify mankind!

But they didn’t harm humans at all
Though most were frightened badly . . . 

And you're left hanging, cause I never finished it. :D Yes, I love my fourth-grade self, too. And note: if you copy your document from MSWord to Notepad to here, it doesn't leave the junk you find at the top of most copies. 

Cheers,

lavendershy