Three In A Row

Tic tac toe, three in a row, mama got shot by a G.I. Joe . . .

Three in a row, their houses stood,
On a quiet street, in a quiet neighborhood.
White picket fences, well-kept back yards,
Bright welcome mats, and shiny new cars.

The one in the middle was cute and petite,
She was the first of the friends to live on that street.
She had two brothers, older than her,
And her parents owned a small grocery store.

The one on the right, if you looked from the street,
Was the first of her friends that Middle did meet.
She was graceful and shy, and could sometimes be mean,
But their friendship, it ran like a well-oiled machine.

The one we'll call left, the last to appear,
Was the one that the other two would hold most dear.
She was playful and fun, with a pure honest heart,
Talented, funny, caring, and smart.

Now these little girls, who were no more than three,
Didn't know how great their friendship would soon grow to be.
They spent all their time playing little girl games,
In their little girl hearts, they thought nothing would change.

They all started school on the very same day,
At the very same school, in the very same way.
Scared and uncertain, nervous and shy,
They stuck together, and somehow got by.

As the days turned to weeks, and the months rolled by,
Year after year, their friendship began to die.
All three of the girls; Middle, Right, and Left,
Forgot all their promises, meant to be kept.

Right and Left, well they stayed friends,
And this would appear to be where Middle's story ends, for a while anyway.

In their tenth year on earth, their tenth year of life,
Their friendship again, was cut by a knife.
The fact of it was, unhuman and cruel,
Left was transferred to a different school.
She lost touch with Right, and they never spoke.

Even though their houses were three in a row,
The girls never talked, and Left missed it so.
She set out on a mission, to repair what went bad,
To rebuild on the fantastic friendship they'd had.

She first sought out Right,
And was shocked by what she learned,
She was no longer a friend,
The tables had been turned.

So she turned to Middle, with nothing left to do,
And happily found that this friend had stayed true.
They both looked at Right with sadness and shame,
Knowing that things could never be the same.
They left her behind, but Left knew in her mind,
That it would be for the best.

So here is the part where this true story ends,
The tale of three houses,
Which held three best friends.
One who changed and strayed away,
But two who remain, like sisters, to this day.