A little girl named Lil
She always wanted to chill
Her parents made her do a lot
And did she like it? Oh NOT
The little girl did what they said
And she got very mad
She grabbed her bag
And Packed her stuff
A blanket, a flashlight and her teddy bear was a must
Lil was quiet like a mouse
When she went out of the house
She went to grandma’s garden
And hid behind a tree
Then no-one could her see
It was freezing cold
She didn’t get to sleep
Lil felt like a sheep
She was all alone
Why did she run away from home?
It started getting brighter
So her mood got lighter
Her parents sat all alone
«Oh, my God, you’re home!»
The little girl then lived okay
That’s all I wanted to say
(This is a poem I worte for an assigment in my english class when I was 14 I think)
