Smallfat's Note: I wrote this when I was about thirteen, but only came across it today. Enjoy!You are so small and white
You're not heavy, but light
You make my page look bright
Don't get why no-one quite
Appreciates you; I'll put that right
You're such a pretty sight
I don't mean to excite
But I love you, and I might
Just have to hug you tight
I hope it won't give you a fright
My love for you is at a height
Never reached by a kite
I think I'm drunk, I'll pop a vite
Swallow it without a bite
Gulp it down with some Sprite
Taking that pill was not too bright
I know this because I dite
But I still love you with all my might.
(Author's Note: I began this poem when I realized that most people take things like erasers for granted. That's unfair! Reach out and Hug Your Eraser Today!)
Smallfat's Note: Disclaimer, I wasn't drinking. I just needed to provide continuity for the poem. I was not an alcoholic teenager. In fact, aside from the occasional glass of wine at dinner with my parents, I did not really drink at all until I was 19 and legal.