You stole it from right under my nose, that's why I went and told. I told because you were mad, and I felt glad to see you get hit. You got hit with that stick and it was pretty thick.
That will teach you for stealing my only one. I can't believe you did it, I really wish you didn't for it ruined the rest of my life to make that sacrifice.
You stole my "GLOVE" it was my one true love, if you had stolen my bat then it would prove that you were fat.
I couldn't help Amanda because of you, all I had were my black running shoes. Why would you do it, I did nothing to deserve it. But I got back at you by telling your secret.
You write these poems every time you're alone, and don't tell anybody. Well guess what big sister they all know about your ugly poems.
Oh yeah, "How do you like me now you ugly clown?" Now I can run around town telling everybody about how you stole my one true love "my GLOVE."
My coach is going to be pissed he going to make me sit on that stupid bench. I finally got in the game, and now you just had to take my only fame the game of softball.
To all the baseball fans out there.
True story about my two younger sisters.
