Once upon a time, there was a girl who did not listen very well at all.
“Don’t go near those plants, please,” the wise Leader said.
The girl did not listen, but slugs watched instead.
“The nettles will sting you,” the smart Leader said.
The girl did not listen, the sunset too red.
“Wear shoes at all times,” the quite bright Leader said.
The girl did not listen, but wished for her bed.
“Stay inside the walls, now,” the quick Leader said.
The girl did not listen, she plotted instead.
“On mark now, get set!” shouts the Leader out loud.
The girl jumped up proudly, and plowed through the crowd.
She chased the red sunset across the blue river.
She chased her black shoes off with hop and a shiver.
She chased the dark boy with the slug in his hand.
She chased the blond boy with the smirk, like she’d planned.
She chased him outside the stone walls without fret.
She chased him, not knowing her feet’s pain just yet.
She chased him right through to the great stinging plants!
She chased him, he fine, though, for wearing thick pants.
She chased tears of pain down her swollen red cheek;
She chased back her fears about walking next week.
She chased off regrets of her foolish mistake.
She chased bitter thoughts of nights lying awake.
“Go soak in white vinegar,” Leader now said.
The girl this time listened; she nodded her head.
“And next time, please listen,” the sage Leader said.
She listened. She’ll never not listen again.
(This story is true, you’ll find pictures online
The girl, she is me. Worry not, though, I’m fine.)