Mister Storm and Miss Nasty
were kids here at my school.
Everybody called them that
'cause they were so uncool.
Neither one would ever smile
or try to be polite.
And if you asked one "How are you?"
You would risk a fight.
Storm, one day, was extra rough.
Our teacher said, "We've had enough.
"I want you to come here and say
what is wrong with you today."
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When he told us we said "wow!"
(I will not repeat it now,
but it was bad enough that we
all gave him our sympathy.)
Our teacher asked if anybody
else would like to share.
We raised our hands but then Miss Nasty
waved her's in the air.
The things she said were really shocking.
We were glad we'd started talking.
Some others talked and I did, too,
about what I was going through.
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