Scotty the Skunk
Scotty the Skunk was sitting in class,
when his English teacher gave her students,
a poetry task.
Write a poem for me, on the subject
of who you would rather be.
Scotty wasn't the best writer in class,
but he knew in his heart, he give it his
best.
Sammy the Squirrel sat next to him,
while holding his nose, he laughed and he
grinned.
Ralphy the raccoon gave Scotty a box
of deodorant soap. He then laughed out loud
as if it was a real funny Joke.
" I'm tired of having them pick on me.
Someday I'll show them, you wait and see!"
Scotty the Skunk went crying to his
mom. He said, "Mom I wish I wasn't born
a skunk!" His mum said, "Were all created
equally son."
" Don't let others cause you grief. Just
ignore them and live your life in peace."
Scotty gave his mom a long embrace.
No matter how sad he felt, his mother's
hugs always made him feel great
He went to his room and started to
write. He did not stop writing, till twelve
o'clock midnight.
This is what Scotty wrote.
I would want to be born a Rose, a
sweet scent smelled, by everyone's
nose.
If I was a Rose. I would never be
teased. A fragrant aroma, I would
release.
My mum and dad wouldn't worry about
me. I would be as happy, as happy can
be.
Ralphy and Sammy would be my best
friends, and would never poke fun of me
ever again.
No one would ever say that I stunk,
Or think of me as a smelly
skunk!
" I'm happy being myself,
and no one else!" He
said to himself.
Copyright © Jakub Crawford | Year Posted 2016
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