It was a regular day

And the sky was blue

Not a cloud in sight

Nor a rainbow, too.

 

I was at the park

Sitting on the swings

Thinking of the most 

Random things.

 

And while I was

Just swinging there

Along came a little girl 

with red hair.

 

She was dainty and girly 

and all of the such

And she loved her hair

all too much.

 

Her hair bounced around

as she swang back and forth

First south, the west, 

Then finally North.

 

I smiled at her

and told her my name

But she laughed and said

middle class people are lame.

 

She pulled out a purse

And she showed me some cas

So I took it and 

Ripped it up very fast.

 

I heard a shriek

and then all I could see

Was a bright red mark

branded on me.

 

I opened my eyes

on my swinging chair

And away went the

little girl with red hair.