October

October
On a cold barring day
A little girl wanted to play.
Though she was scrawny and little,
Her bones were very brittle.
Poor little October bearly had friends
So she supends her mom and dad,
For that's all she ever had.
October was no ordinary child,
For she always smiled.
All the times the kids did and said,
The towns cop pronounced all of them dead.
Now October lives on, and is marked with the
lable "The Child Oman."
-DanielleGoesele