The first of a series of poems about almost everyone at Joseph Brant.

By: Negasi

Chapter One: Supporter
She's a hell of a gal
Supportive of good writing
As I well know

Can take a good rant
For probably and hour
And handle it
With the delicacy of a flower

But yet so strong you are
Of will and raw strength
Your life will have
An extremely long length

Your wrath would be equal
To that in store
If you pissed of the mighty god
The mighty god Thor!

It's 1:38

(a.m. of course)
She's got the strength
(And not even close to the looks of a horse)

She sees sides of people
No one else seas
Shes like the eldest
Of the great oak trees