Monday, 19 June 2017

All Covered in Chalk

All Covered in Chalk

The players wear a hat, and a long purple gown,
Then, are chased through the streets, to the heart of the town,
There to be judged, by how many a hand,
Has been laid on their gowns, before they reach the strand.

In the original story, Esme never was caught,
So, the winner is decided by how few stains she’s got.
Every year, it’s the fate of those less agile girls,
To be patterned with chalk from their feet to their curls.

Then, one fateful year, a girl with hair like red fire,
Heckled the chasers, and ignited their ire.
She ran along rooftops, and down narrow braes,
She knew all of the short cuts, and secretive ways,

But, catch her they did, and before she was let go,
Her cloak was all white, as the pure driven snow.
With chin tilted high, she strode onto the stage,
And, although she had lost, her face showed no shame, or rage.

There stood her friend, who had been the slowest for years,
She was laughing, and smiling, and wiping at tears.
The red-head strode past her, to the end of the line.
“I guess that I lost, and yet still, I feel fine!”

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