A Girl Named Darla

Just wanted to share my latest poem..

It’s based loosely on a young girl I know. Not really.

Enjoy!

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I once knew a girl named Darla,

Who wished her name was Carla.

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It made her truly, deeply mad –

And her inner fury turned her bad.

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When she was aged just four,

She went and pooped on the kitchen floor.

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And at the ripe old age of six,

She killed a puppy dog for kicks.

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As soon as Darla turned eight,

She went out on her very first date.

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Her boyfriend at the time was Ben.

He’d only just that day turned ten.

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He took her to the local park.

And there they stayed out after dark.

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They climbed atop the monkey bars,

And threw some rocks at passing cars.

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“This is so much fun” she said,

As two cars crashed head to head.

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Darla kissed Ben on the cheek,

As petrol fumes started to leak.

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Then a mighty fire broke out,

And frenzied people ran about.

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Sirens, cops and fire crews,

The crash so bad it made the News.

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Darla took Ben by the hand,

“I hate my name” she said offhand.

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As the park got filled with smoke,

She and Ben started to choke.

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“I think it’s time to go” Ben said,

“I’d rather be inside my bed.”

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Then he turned and walked on home,

But Darla stayed out all alone.

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She sat and watched the cars burn bright,

She sat and watched them burn all night.

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Darla sobbed and cried out shrilly,

“My God my name sounds so silly.”

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Soon the sun did start to rise,

To mark the start of her demise…

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By the time that she was nine,

Darla lived a life of crime.

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She didn’t even go to school,

But young Darla was no fool.

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In fact she made loads of cash,

Selling heroine and hash.

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By the time that she turned ten,

She found herself a pimp called Ken.

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And as her fame and fortune mounted,

She earned cash more than could be counted.

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But despite all of her wealth and pay,

She cried each and every single day.

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Deep down she still loathed her name,

She thought that it was really lame.

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The years passed and Darla aged,

But still her inner fury still raged.

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One day her pimp heard her cry,

He softly knocked and asked her why.

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“Ken” she whispered in his ear,

“I have been sad for many a year!”

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“It’s all because of what I’m called,

“My name! It makes me feel appalled!”

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The pimp was greatly stupefied,

“I love your name!” he quickly lied.

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“Well I don’t” Darla said,

“It makes me wish that I was dead.”

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Ken just stood there at the door,

Staring straight down at the floor.

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“I just do not know what I can do,

“If only you, Ken, had a clue.”

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The pimp was silent for a sec,

“I have a secret to confess.”

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“My predicament was once the same,

“I did not want my real name.”

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Ken told her of one fateful night,

When two cars crashed and burned alight.

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He changed his name from Ben to Ken,

When he was just the age of ten.

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“I was scared of getting caught,

“I was young and so distraught.”

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Darla was so shocked to hear,

Ben changed his name out of fear.

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But more than that she was elated,

To find the boy that she once dated.

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“Ben I can’t believe it’s true,

“I can’t believe that I’ve found you.”

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Straight away she changed her name,

And since, she’s never been the same.

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She and Ken ran away,

Moved out to a farm that day.

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Soon her inner fury faded,

And she no longer feels so jaded.

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But she and Ken still never say a single word about… that day.

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