Jemima

My best friend, Jemima
She’s in my class at school
She’s not especially pretty
She’s not what you’d call cool
She can’t spell words for toffee
She always gets in late
She’s never got a pencil, but
Jemima’s my best mate
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Devonshire Avatar
November 21, 2009 at 6:54 AM
A lovely portrayal of your "best mate," John. We miss out on a lot when we judge people by their appearances and their abilities to seem "cool" in the eyes of others. You took a deeper look at Jemima and obviously found a trusted and beloved friend. Very nice! Love, Carolyn
Dufresne Avatar
November 21, 2009 at 5:13 AM
something unidentifiable about friendship. it's great. -Robert
Kendrick Avatar
November 21, 2009 at 5:10 AM
Sound's like Jemima is a direct opposite to you. Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara
Nutter Avatar
November 21, 2009 at 2:04 AM
Short and sweet nice write. A. W. Nutter www.freewebs.com/abcedit
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