“the boy who cried i wanna see Justin Bieber live!”

• a poem based on the boy who cried wolf.

it was early in the morning,

and the sun began to rise,

the little boy at the end of the road wanted to give his neighbours a suprise.

he cried and he cried,

help me, help me, i need to see justin live!

“the tickets are for sale, and soon they will run out fast!”

so all the neighbours ran to him in the quickest dash.

“we will get you those tickets!”

all rhe neighbours cried,

untill they saw the look on his face,

and realised he had lied.

“haha, haha, he’s not even on tour,

he hasn’t even put out and album in years how were you all so sure!”

the neighbours rolled their eyes and walked home to where they stayed,

untill they were woken up the next morning by a bot who sounded afraid.

“please please, i promise it’s real this time!

justin is going on tour, and i’m the last in line!”

the neighbours came rushing down to help the poor old boy.

untill they saw him laughing,

his face just filled with joy.

“i tricked you, i tricked you! i tricked to all twice !

justin isnt going on tour, just take my advice!”

he laughed and laughed as the neighbours sighed,

whilst promising themselves they wouldn’t fall for the third time.

but overnight justin made a plan,

one last surprise album rhat nothing would be better than.

the boy gasped when he saw the tour,

“justin’s going on tour and i’ve gotta get tickets for the floor!!!”

the boy cried and no body came,

as the final ticket was sold and it would never be the same.