My Wolf Crier | Teen Ink

My Wolf Crier

April 9, 2013
By AbbaDabbaDoo PLATINUM, Mountain Grove, Missouri
AbbaDabbaDoo PLATINUM, Mountain Grove, Missouri
43 articles 6 photos 30 comments

Favorite Quote:
Some folks are wise and some are otherwise. I guess we know which one you are.


Liar, liar, pants on fire,
I know that you’re a Wolf Crier,
You speak and chat,
And try to pat,
My back, crippled in pain,
Well, I can play that game.

Liar, liar, pants on fire,
I know that you’re a Wolf Crier,
You say this,
And you say that,
But you never mean,
Anything you spat.

In words of comfort,
You lack all,
In words of hate,
You’re King of the ball.

Liar, liar, pants on fire,
I know that you’re my Wolf Crier.


The author's comments:
This is a poem about a family member of mine who is less than desirable.

Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.



Smith Summer

Parkland Speaks

Campus Compare