The cheerleader. Original poem.

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The cheerleader.


The babe was only eighteen years
and just threw her glad cheers
when she screammed her school team,
and the baby cheered them there,
but then a boy came to her
and made her wake up from the dream
of the sport that was to win.

The cheer leader fell in love
and she became a white dove.

Life changed shape with her gear,
and she didn't cheer

again, no, never again
with the firm aim to gain.