In the Sandpit

In the sand I sat

With two eyes staring back at me

Say something to her, I thought

Inconceivably.

A miracle happened

Right then and there

Those eyes made the works

Of what the following bears.

“Hi! I'm Alexi

You look familiar to me.”

In a rush, I respond

“What grade is thee?”

“I go to first grade.”

“Same” I must reply,

For that is the truth,

For I never lie.

“I go to the school,

Coe, I believe,

And may I ask,

What school goes thee?”

“Why, I go to Coe, too

Does this perhaps,

Seem like an uncanny coincidence,

To you?”

“Let’s move along” says she

“What teacher do you have?”

“Ms. D”

I reply with dignity.

“Which D, Ms. Diller, or Ms. Defendorf?”

“The later, for I am quite sure

I do not have the other

Anymore.”

“Same here!

What a surprise.

I untagged you,

From the tagger’s dimise”

And thus,

Became good friends, us

And never has ended yet,

And hopefully never does.

Dear readers,

This is the tale of how I came across my best friend. Although the words aren’t exact, obviously, it is along the lines of our conversation. I hope that you enjoyed the story, and how coincidences can seem very strange indeed. This took place in the sand pit of Big Howe, by Queen Anne farmer’s market.