Abi's poem

Curls of black hair
Curtain her face
Breathing mouthfuls of air
Staring into space.

She looks very small
Until she stands straight
But she's still very small
Maybe this is her fate.

A friend on each arm
Walking along
And she finds no harm
In humming a song.

Yes that's Abi
She is very kewl
The number one fabby
Girl in the school.