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Poetry

Veronica sat in the living room reading a book of poems. Beside her, Henry was flipping through TV channels.

Puck came in the room and belched to mark is presence. "What you reading?" he asked Veronica.

"Poems."

"Who needs poems when there's TV and the internet?" Puck asked. He plopped down on the couch between the two adults. Henry tried to move away from the smelly boy.

"Of course you would say that." Henry muttered.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're too stupid to understand poetry." Henry answered.

Puck's face turned red with rage. "I am not stupid!" he bellowed.

"Oh yeah?" Henry challenged.

Veronica sighed. Daphne came in the room and plopped onto the arm chair.

"I couldn't help but hearing this conversation." The little girl said. "Puck, I dare you to write a poem. A really good one… for Sabrina."

"Why do I need to write a poem for Stinkpot?"

"To prove that you are not stupid." Daphne grinned. "And I need you to tell Sabrina that you love her!"

"What?" Puck and Henry yelled at the same time.

"I guess you really are stupid…" Daphne started.

"Ok, fine. I'll do it." Puck huffed. He flew up the stairs.

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"Grimm, I wrote you a poem."

Sabrina looked at Puck suspiciously. "Since when do you write poetry? That's is nothing like you."

Puck shrugged. "Since people said I'm too stupid to be able to." He pointed at himself. "Hello, Shakespeare's character. I grew up with poetry."

Sabrina sighed. "Let's hear it Pusface."

"Sabrina… the day I leave you is the day the sky turns blue."

Sabrina frowned. "Are you leaving then, 'cause the sky is already blue."

Puck groaned. "Well then… the day I leave you is the day… your hair turns blue?" It came out like a question.

Sabrina frowned again and pulled off her baseball cap. "My hair is blue. You dyed it yesterday. Remember?"

"Well, um, then." Puck stammered trying to think of something to say.

"Not very well thought out, unless…. You're leaving." Sabrina punched his arm playfully. Puck didn't respond. Sabrina froze. "You're not leaving... are you?"

"What? Of course not! If I leave, you'll be dead in three seconds flat." Puck said. "The day I leave you, is the day… the day… the day… you know what? Never mind. I was never here this never happened."

Puck went out the door, slamming it behind him.

Sabrina couldn't help but smile at Puck's weak attempt.

"Boys. Can't live with them, can't live without them."

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