I wrote this poem when I was in the ninth grade. I still like it. I hope that you do too.
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I saw her
As she slithered onto the sofa,
Almost too gracefully,
And crossed her slender legs
Just above the knee,
Then placed her diamonded fingers there
For all the world to see.
She puffed a black cigar,
Which was very much in vogue,
As she surveyed the crowd
To calculate her hold.
She wooed them with her beauty,
Caressed them with her song,
Then began to dance a dance
Which was to last the whole night long.
She turned the volume low
As she swayed to and fro,
And Bacchus surely must have been there
For the wine began to flow.
The dancers stripped off their jewels
And laid them at her feet,
And became suddenly frenzied
By the rhythm of her beat.
The music stopped,
And she became withered and old.
"You fools," she mocked,
"I have not come for gold."
("I've come to claim your souls.")
The dancers writhed in horror
And scattered off the floor,
But for every exit that they tried,
She stood firmly at the door.
A cloud of smoke ensued.
The dancers disappeared.
Her body ripened
And grew young once more,
Just as I had feared.
I knew that she would dance again
As sure as night does come,
And she would rise up out of the ashes
Of that hell that she came from.
I wrote this in the ninth grade. I still like it. I hope that you do too!