Once upon a time
There were two lamb in
The middle of the field where
One could find within
A massive field; where there was a square.
One lamb was a little taciturn.
The other, could do nothing but turn
Because he was a ballerina.
A true marvel, ah
The acts the other
Could do, running laps
While the other could slumber.
The ballerina, had a ribbon
A ribbon, with a dandelion.
Oh how it would mesmerize the little lamb.
Watching the flower, and the other, prance to his little jam.
"Oh little lamb"
The ballerina called out,
"Do not think of me as a deceiver, I am
Only waving around this flower for
Others to see me, not for
You, my sweet boy."
The little lamb pondered,
"There is no other lamb in sight,
Who else might
This dandelion be gifted
To"
The lamb watched
And watched
And
Watched.
Still mesmerized with every
Twist
Turn
Tour en l'air.
The lamb did not know how to feel about that beloved dandelion.
Oh how
The little lamb
Wanted that
Sweet dandelion.
He wanted to share it with the ballerina.
But the ballerina did not want to share it with the little lamb.
Oh how
The little lamb
Wanted that
Damned ballerina
He wanted him to suffer
The same way the little lamb has to, laying and watching the ballerina for the long haul.
Oh how
The little lamb
Wanted that
That damned ballerina
To have his legs snapped in half
Like twigs
Like chopsticks
Like a crisp crunch on thick grass.
Oh how
The little lamb
Wanted that
That damned ballerina
To trip on his own shoe
Like in a cartoonish fashion
Hopelessly falling to his own doom.
Oh how
The little lamb
Knew how demented
He was for wishing the downfall
Of that damned ballerina.
But unfortunately,
Unfortunately
The little lamb has seen
The ballerina's moves from his
Peripherals.
Oh how
The little lamb
Watched the other put on
That lamb
That ballerina
Costume.
Oh how
The little lamb
Watched the ballerina tie a dandelion,
The little lamb's most favored
Thing to savor
On the end of his ribbon.
And oh how
The little lamb
Will do nothing about it.
The little lamb
No matter how much
The little lamb turned his head,
Could not see another lamb.
The little lamb
No matter how much
The little lamb had thought,
Only had two choices.
The ballerina
Or
The abyss.
The little lamb doesn't like the abyss.
So until then, he will not miss
The ballerina's show.
And how
The little lamb
Will watch until he rots.
Waiting for the next time
That damned ballerina flops.
The end.
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Post Teen Poetica
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