Suffolk Young Poets Competition

Revenge

Revenge

The Barbies are strewn,
from my sister's toy box,
and kicked into a rough heap.
Hard plastic eyes stare ahead.
Straggly hair frizzes uncontrollably.
My brother bends back their arms,
Twists legs, swivels heads
Into grotesque postures.
Then he pulls them off. POP.
Six pieces: a head, two arms, two legs and a body.
Scissors next - Chop. Chop. No hair.
One day they'll get him back.
Cut HIS hair,
Pull off HIS arms and legs,
Pull off HIS head,
Then throw him in the toy box
and forget about him.

 

Nat Ridgway (12)

 

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