I Have Many Friends.

A poem by Pierrie for school, He was suppose to use colors and the same line at the end of each verse.

I used to be like a brown and white beagle puppy,
Shy before strangers.
But now I'm yellow and verbose,
Sitting in class.
I have many friends.

I used to hide in the ack of the crowd,
Grey in the shadow.
But now I am a busy little bumble bee,
Bright yellow and black.
I have many friends.

I used to peek around corners,
With my big brown eyes.
But now I stroll through the building like I own the place,
Wearing my red suede.
I have many friends.

I used to run scared,
Like a white headless chicken.
But now I carry my bald fade,
Until my black burns grow back.
I have many friends.