Ponytail

A Poem by Isla M

A boy with a ponytail sits in my classroom

It’s just us two, yet I don’t know his name

It’s awkward and quiet, but the class will end soon

He sits on his broken laptop playing video games

It doesn’t get more boring than Biology 1

And hours drag on as new lessons begin

The boy seems interesting and we start to have fun

We both wheeze and cackle at the phrase, “Let me in!”

The class size grows along with our friendship

And work piles up, every section’s a bore

I tune all of it out as we laugh at dumb stuff

This boy makes me happy, we should hang out more.

Now we’re grown up, and there’s no ponytail to be found

But he still makes me laugh so I keep him around.