'Twas on a dark and stormless night that Kiki lay in bed
Anxious thoughts and worries in her pretty little head
A coward was she, maybe, for she chose to hide that night
But surely she had paid for safety solely with her fright
A true safe house she did have none, but in this on the shore
Surely she'd live through the night, escaping death- or more-
For Chelsea had invented, true, a fate much worse than death
And in this state, well, Kiki hoped she'd never draw a breath
The Kindness reigned on Beacon Street- an illness, well disguised
No junior high kid was immune, or so Kiki surmised
The famous BSG club had been victimized the worst
Friends with those they once hated, for eternity so cursed
The only answer she'd not learned would fill Kiki with dread:
How did the illness Kindness so well manage to be spread?
And as this thought did cross her mind, a shadow crossed her floor
Her stifled squeal was covered by the soft creak of her door
Relief then washed over when she realized it was Nick
"Please come with me," he whispered, "please just come with me, and quick!"
She stood and hand in hand they tiptoed down to dunes of sand
Then finally, they stopped, and Nick said, "Forget this dumb rhyme scheme and meter!"
"Tonight we'll have our victory, me and Chelsea! Don't look now, but-"
"She's behind me," Kiki said, her chest filling with fear.
"No need to hide anymore!"
Chelsea cried. "I'm too large to ignore!"
She handed Nick a foam-wrapped cup with whipped cream at the top
And smirking, said to Kiki, "Okay, little miss, drink up!"
Montoya's frozen coffee was the way the Kindness spread
But knowing this did nothing to help lessen Kiki's dread
The Nick she'd thought she loved- well, he was in on this plan too
Now Kiki could have nothing that she once had thought was true
With trembling hands she took the cup and took the fatal sip
And just as Kiki slipped away, Nick called, "Please leave a tip!"