An old poem I had to make in 2006 for school. It's a poem about Anne Frank though Peter Van Daan eyes at the beginning of the play.
Anne
She is a brat,
That likes my cat.
She is thirteen, though I'm sixteen.
She's a quack,
That makes me hack.
So take her away,
Before I say,
It again.
Simple and short, but I hope you enjoyed it.