Unlocking her heart

A boy sat alone and calm, watching a girl sell tickets to prom. He liked this girl, she made him red, but woe unto him the bullies near tread. These bullies chucked at him a heavy key, saying this'll win her heart you'll see. Later on when the sun was sinking, the boy returned to the bullies drinking. They could not believe it, and cowered in fear, for the boy was drenched in the blood of his dear. The boy presented the key all stained, this did not work, I'm forever pained. The bullies screamed and ran fast away, but back to the gym the boy gladly swayed. For hand in hand with the girl's cute palm, the red was not blood, but paint for Prom.


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