Doomed love
Across the cemetery sat the worst of schools
A school that contained only fools
Where the rate of graduation was close to nil
And the worst always chose the poison pill
At the edge of the screen, at the very back
Stood a girl with her hair jet black
While up at the front at the edge of the gate
Sat the man she had wanted to date
Her name was Jane and his was John
It sounded like two people from a love song
If she had him her life was done
But all he ever did to her was shun
It didn’t matter how hard she tried
Or even how much she pried
If she didn’t have him by the end of the day
Then he would most surely pay
While the day that was, came and went
The day in watching was spent
But ignoring her was all he did
So she decided of him to be rid
She thought and she thought all day long
And came up with a plan she didn’t think was wrong
Packing the supplies she needed that day
She walked out the door in the suns dim rays
She waited at the school for what seemed like an hour
She ate same grapes that she thought tasted sour
Then she saw him coming through the gate
And started with the clever bait
She wrote a letter to snare him near
To the place where at first she did hear
Of the guy she would want till death
To her very last breath
She loved him but she would not pull out
And started to leave by the nearest route
She went to the place she had asked him to go
And saw him there moving to and fro’
What happened next no one could tell
At the ringing of the lonesome church bell
The detectives decided with mournful dismay
That this is what happened every day
They questioned the witnesses until there pens ran out
And the bothered teachers started to shout
They concluded that the kid died by poisoned food
And departed, not wanting to be rude
At the cemetery across the school
Everyone, together, started to pool
At the center of the throng a choir did sing
As the gloomy bells started to ring
At the beginning of the service the mother declared
That her daughter was never timid or scared
But before the service was done
Everyone would know of John
poem by Darnell Wetzel
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