August
She has the glasses that were hated by her classes;
Wearing an old style that was insulted by pieces;
Her name is June, a paled skin dorky;
Insulted and hurt by more than many.
As one day, when brown eyed spoke;
The whole school went to shock and stroke;
None of them could even ask why;
None has the urge to fight the great July.
The green eyed guy in distant stared;
For the dorky girl, he secretly cared;
Nonetheless he couldn’t protect;
Couldn’t do a right thing, but to start a wreck.
The blue eyed maiden, in days was avoided;
No pranks or laugh in her were readied;
Everything seemed peaceful and new;
Until what she saw brought her rue.
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Plain June - Editing
PoetryThey call her June; Was born in Month, A bit of weird, And was always smart. They call her June; A girl of plain, Unflavored life, And boring game. They call her June; A serious nerd, Who always wear Glasses for blurred. They call her June; And laug...
