The one: A Chant Poem

April was the one who always shared her food
Because April was a kind and gentle girl.

April was the one who said nothing crude
Because April was a kind and gentle girl.

April was the one who would tidy her room
Because April was a kind and gentle girl.

April was the one who loved holidays to Frome
Because April was a kind and gentle girl.

April was the one who hated saying goodbye
Because April was a kind and gentle girl.

April was the one who let her mother die
Because April was a kind and gentle girl.

© Carl Burkitt 2017

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month.

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