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H O
W A R D U N I
V E R S I T Y
Faces
& Voices IV
AN ANTHOLOGY OF VERSE AND
PROSE
Paris
Chanelle Small
There was a buzz all around,
Soon they’d be gone Paris bound!
They’d stayed in the lobby all night long,
Because the tornado’s winds were just too strong.
Their thoughts were on Paris, where they would be,
If they hadn’t been stuck you see.
Sitting around with nothing to do,
There weren’t many, just a few.
They began to talk and contemplate,
So they would have something to do during the wait.
One was a lawyer, fair and tall.
His knowledge of law surpassed them all.
He dated often, every night someone new.
The women thought he loved them, but they had no clue.
His closet was great, filled to the stop,
Dressed to the ‘T’ he could make traffic stop!
His clothes were perfect to every detail,
He preferred not to shop, but to get them by mail.
He had many shirts, some blue, some gray,
And many pairs of underwear, though he chose not to say.
His heart was kind, as wide as the sky,
But beware of what he says, he knows how to lie!
He knew all the judges, some very well.
He’d buy them presents, so they’d say he was swell.
He did this so they would give him a break,
And when they did, now he would make,
It known to everyone throughout the town,
The was the best lawyer all around.
The second was a nurse by the name of Sue,
Everywhere she went she was one of few,
To get attention from every fellow.
Her hair was short, curled and yellow.
Her nails were long, and red with paint.
If she saw a mouse, she just might faint,
Her teeth were white, some spaced apart,
She called herself a lady, but didn’t always act the part!
She had a boyfriend by the name of Fred,
Who couldn’t even afford a loaf of bread!
She gave him money whenever she got paid,
And would still have to come home to the mess he’d made.
Her patients received the best care some said,
Sue thought so too, as long as they weren’t dead!
When they needed help, they rang a bell.
And sometimes she thought, “Just go to hell!”
But she always went so she could give,
Whatever they needed so they could live.
Next was a woman, her name was Pat,
Some call her plump, I call her fat!
She liked to eat, mostly chips and dips,
You can see where it went, straight to her hips!
She owned much jewelry, but only one chain,
She had two dogs, one named Duane.
Her clothes didn’t match, some yellow, some green,
Wherever she went she could always seen.
Her house was never tidy, it looked like a sty,
And all you could say was, “My, oh my.”
But all of this was surpassed you see,
By her heart which was as kind as can be.
She volunteered her time everyday,
And worked very hard, but accepted no pay.
In hospitals, in shelters, even in the park,
Wherever she went, she left her mark.
She worked with children who just wouldn’t learn.
So it’s no wonder that she would earn,
An award for her service, volunteered to all;
Not just on occasion, but winter, spring and fall.
Fourth was a policeman, sometimes called a cop.
When thieves saw him, they just had to stop.
Whatever it was they were going to do;
Because in their hearts, they just knew,
That Officer Johnson (that was his name),
Would catch them all and out them to shame.
He had a nightstick that he tapped against the wall.
To let it be known to one and all,
That he was the cop assigned to that street.
He paid close attention, never missing a beat.
And when you did wrong, he knew it was you.
He caught most criminals, only missing a few.
Officer Johnson, he was so swell,
If only they knew, he just didn’t tell!
Most of they crimes he’d just let go,
If he didn’t tell, who would know?
Last was a writer for USA Today,
He knew he was good, he just didn’t say.
He handed in his work, all on time.
He never cheated, not even for a dime.
His hair was black, the color of night,
He did everything well, with all of his might.
His nails were neat, always shined and clean,
He was always kind, and never mean.
An educated man, skilled at chess,
Humble and kind, modest in dress.
His writing was fine, surpasses by none other,
“That’s my boy!” exclaimed his mother!
“Boarding to Paris come one, come all!
Run very fast, but please don’t fall!”
They were all delighted to hear the pilot say,
That so very soon they’d be on their way.
They agreed to meet one Sunday night,
And eat dinner together, in the moonlight.
They’d stay up together, and watch the day break.
And in the morning, they would make,
Their way back to town, so happy, so free;
I hope not too fast, they might forget me!
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