Elementary my dearest
December 16, 2009 (12:02 AM ;)
We are all
Smears of chalk
On the blacktop
A place to hide
From girls' secrets
And boys' lies
Watch them drool
All over crusty mitts
Girls ruin rules
Of clubs and cliques
And general misfits
Shake their heads
Kick balls long lost
Keep company with crows
Rolling on the leaky roof
We dared them down
Dares of swapping spit
Are tossed to and fro
Too bad for epidemics
Drama in the four-square
Keeps friends frosty
For an hour or so
Best friends forever though
And ever, we will remember
The game that meant everything
While loners loitered
Like leaves under the tree
Count them, one, two, three
You are out
No, you are
We are all
Smears of chalk
On the blacktop