Annabelle Fatcher

                                        

Annabelle Fatcher

Was called an odd dame

Never accepted

Not even with fame

She wore the same clothes

Each day of the year

They never got soiled

Or so it appeared

Boys teased and mocked her

Whenever they could

Claimed she was ugly

 A pig in a hood

She never spoke out

When insults would peak

Instead made a vow

Revenge she would seek

 Then Annabelle smiled

At thoughts of a whim

How to get even

Though chances were slim

Alone she practiced

And practiced to run

For the big school race

She hoped could be won

The day of the race

She wore the same clothes

The boys laughed and jeered

Some made a pig nose

The race began and

Annabelle Fatcher

Ran like the wind so

No one could catch her

In a lightning flash

She raced to the end

None scrambled to her

For none were her friend

Annabelle snorted

As loud as she could

Then trophy held high

She raised up her hood

From that moment on

The boys felt the shame

Because of the girl

They called an odd dame

Though many have come

No one has matched her

And boys dread the name

Annabelle Fatcher

Chelle Munroe(c)
February 7, 2014