Jodi Harte

This is a very short poem I did for Lenka Sweet.
[I don't think I'm a poet, but I'll still try, anyway]
I hope you like it, Lenka!!!! :]



Well let me tell you from the start,
Of this young girl named Jodi Harte!

An elemental was her mum.
Her dad a con, he was not dumb.

To them this black haired babe was born.
In her hair, rainbow clips adorned,

Each to her their trade they did teach
These, from them, she sucked like a leach

But to her parents the Reaper came.
Poor sweet Jodi was never the same.

To her is spoken, "Everyone dies."
She glares him down with her ocean blue eyes!

By their gravestones she stands today.
Jodi hopes at rest they lay.

Alas, she cannot linger, for
She must begone and stay no more.

A bit excited she walks away.
Genius cons she has planned this day!

Many a-thing she does have to do,
And at some point, she plans to con you!