Jenna's Poem


After all your years of friendship,

You were mean to Anatou.

You were best friends for all those years,

And she was kind to you.

Though she was different, you never cared.

You put that aside and were always there.

Then one day when the others were teasing,

What they said about her became kind of pleasing.

After all you had done for her . . . all the little things.

You forgot about the good you'd done and became very mean.

She then ran away, but you hardly thought

That something would happen.

And boy, you were wrong!

Why were you so rude, Tarto?

It would have been fine when Anatou ran away.

Little did you know she would die.