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For Janice Bottomley (Aged Nine and Three-Quarters)
By StinkAlloy
03 June 2005
Hello. My name is Stink. Stink Alloy. I hope you like my poem.

FOR JANICE BOTTOMLEY (AGED 9¾)

When we were one, in search of fun,
Your smile made me feel happy.
When we were two I hated you,
When my Mum changed your nappy!
When we were three, I let you be
My friend and share my teddy.
When we were four, you lent me your
Red trike and held me steady.
When we were five, I let you drive
My toy car ‘round our path's bend.
When we were six, my big blue bricks
Were yours - you were my best friend!
When we were seven, you were Heaven
To my little blue eyes.
When we were eight, my garden gate
Was where we liked to ‘Shoo!' flies.
When we were nine you broke your spine
Behind a big ice-cream van.
When I was ten, I used your pen
To keep you in my dreams, Jan.

Reviews
wow
Written by kevinrobson73 (371 comments posted) 6th June 2005
powerful  
is it true 
it seems to be 
when nine i was waiting for some happy event 
then ........aargh 
yeah WOW
Written by maipenrai (783 comments posted) 7th June 2005
A very powerful, sad write, it made me feel sad
A true story
Written by StinkAlloy (3 comments posted) 10th June 2005
Yes, Kevin and Bernie, this is a true story about my first "girlfriend" (if I can use that word). My family left Oldham in 1972, and she was knocked down by an ice-cream van the following week. I've often wondered if I would have been there to save her, had we not flitted from the town. I changed her name in the poem (from Janet to Janice).
Moving
Written by sara (29 comments posted) 7th July 2005
This poem moved me immensely. Love the childlike style (like a counting song ) makes it all the more poignant

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