Do you really want to send Evil Catullus a message saying you like their work?
(actually, this was written the summer I was eleven, but close enough. In couplets, yet!).
Child
A sweet remnant of yesterday, Will her troubles ever go away? Laughter, hope, friendship and fears these are the things kept through the years Life for her was not fair, it tore at her heart and greyed her hair. Still she grew more loving and mild, she is a woman now, but still a child