Boo!
#9 of Poetry
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I'm watching you within this bush, Preparing for a quick ambush.
Now did my appearance frighten, And did your rosy cheeks whiten?
Since I have failed to surprise, Next time success, I should surmise.
There's nothing else to do but scare, No other past-time would I dare.
I see you riding on your bike - When you pass by is when I'll strike.
So did that leave you terrified - You surely must be petrified.
I'm fully aware that I'm not A girl who's capable of scaring But that's no reason to stop caring Or give up when I think I'm fairing Better even though I'm still erring.
When I'm the first to catch a glance, I'm sure to take my scaring stance.
Did my entrance cause you to fear, And make your innards feel quite queer?
All arguments I will resist Which request that I do desist.
I'll grant you I have had no luck, It's fact that at scaring I suck. Please grant me what I wish and seek - The power to frighten the meek.
I really try my very best, To quicken beating in the chest. But nothing ever seems to work, No matter where it is I lurk.
And all my scaring manages, To keep my heart in bandages, From all the emotional ache, Of no one faking for my sake. I use the scaring to pretend, That terror explains lonely trend, I push away that which could mend, And I've nobody in the end.