A Rattling Rhyme

Our sixth grade classmate Sarah Lovely Sweetheart was a formidable foe, Outside beauty was her forte, but her heart was a giant big fat woe. Many of the twelve-year old boys were smitten, because she was pretty and a glow. Her eyes shined the most fantastic blue with a curious silver, made just so. We girls had figured out her angle, because we were not so very slow. Did I say she could lie better than our former resident liar, Little Joe? Smoothly, effortlessly, she could pour them out like sweet molasses, really slow. It did not help the boys that she was stacked up like a perky Marilyn Monroe. They blindly followed her like short puppies, gaping and fawning, to and fro. Really funny to see, as she was taller than them by half a foot or so. Sarah Lovely Sweetheart lied, stole, fought and bit, but her male fans would never know. Because she only revealed her true self to us girls, that big fat hairy ho. Written: July 29, 1018 Contest Entered: A Rattling Rhyme Contest Sponsor: Nina Parameter