Dedicated to one of the best people I have ever known.

A crappy poem dedicated to a friend who is the complete opposite of crappy.

The Tickets
By Olivia

I have a friend.
Her name is Thuong Mong.
I've known her...
for a time quite long.

She offered me tickets to a concert of Jazz
Sad, I couldn't go, for I had volleyball and examz.
"Oh, he's George Benson" she said, mentioning his name
"OH MY GOD! HIM?!" I squealed, knowing his talent and fame.

"My dad likes him too," I said with a sigh.
Thuong offered, "Would he like to come.. tonigh?"
"Put him on the phone" Thuong said (with a smile, I assume)
So I ran to my dad in the other room.

Giving him the phone, I squealed to my mum
"Thuong has tickets to George Benson!"
Dad accepted the invite,
to everyone's delight,
because he loves George Benson with all his might.

Thuong didn't know,
But we had tried to buy or win
tickets to this concert,
Though we couldn't, we wanted to for him.

Though sad I can't go,
I love having a friend
who would give a ticket to my dad
I love you Miss Nguyen.

<3