Best friend

Little Zayn

was a little sad,

there was a boy

who was real bad.

Bad boy was one

who liked to pretend,

that he was Zayn’s

 bestest  friend.

Little Zayn knew

 it wasn’t true,

 what he could do

he had no clue.

Bad boy would often

steal his lunch,

or tear his books

or beat with a bunch

Little Zayn was one

who didn’t lose heart,

he knew he had to

learn to thwart.

Little Zayn caught a

lizard green,

he put it in a box

full of chow mein.

Chow mein was what

bad boy loved to eat,

he couldn’t refuse

such a tasty treat.

He snatched the box

from Little Zayn,

and pulled his nose

in front of everyone.

But this time Zayn

would not cry,

and there were

no tears in his eye.

But what a fool

was the bad boy,

he saw chow mein

and jumped with joy.

He stuffed chow mein

like a hungry pig,

and then like a fool

he did a dancing jig.

But he had not seen

the lizard green,

he gorged it along

with chow mein.

And he jumped and

shouted like a prig

when in his belly

lizard did a jig.

Little Zayn

is no longer sad

there is a boy

who is no longer bad.

©i b arora

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