Come to my party
"You are invited to my party",she said with a smile.
"I truly am flattered",
I will stop by.
"Oh by the way",
she said with a grin.
" Please bring the tonic,
and a bottle of Gin."
Now since you dont know me,
I'll tell you a thing.
I want to be popular,
I 'm only 13.
What the heck is tonic? What is this gin?
How do I get it? Where do I begin?
"sure." I lied with a confusing look.
and walked away with fear, my hands shook.
I want to go to this party.
I want to be known.
I am 13,
I am almost grown.
I went to my aunts house and stole me some Gin.
she had no tonic, which seemed like a sin.
I went to the store to purchase the rest.
a bottle of tonic as my host did request.
I went through self check out, so no-one would see,
If you have to hide it. It shouldnt be.
Success! I achieved all the things I should do,
to come to your party, and partied with you.
The main problem is, you are using me,
I dont understand, I am only 13.
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