On Anne Shirley

A Poem By Shane // 12/29/2004

Crack went the slate upon Gilbert's head.

Now go away quick or you will all be dead.

Carrots he called her and she turned as red as a beet.

"HOW DARE YOU!" she cried quite quick on her feet.

Stand at the blackboard cried the teacher!

She thought of him "what an awful creature.

"Quite despicable was he spelling "Anne" with no "e"

She only wished to put him under lock and key.

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