Poppy's Poem

by TheEmeraldLunast75

Summary:

Hey did someone order a dose of Poppy angst at like 10:20pm in the form of a poem?

"Be glad you were born into money!"

But what if your father is so cruel?

In his final moments, I fled.

But now I feel I am the fool.

 

"Be glad your father is so rich!"

But what if he hurt everyone he knew?

And then when it couldn't get worse,

Those made from his creation blew.

 

"Be glad your father changed the world!"

And yet it's for the worst.

He made things that only know hurt,

And of course, I am the first.

 

"Be glad your father cared so much!"

About what? His ego? His luck?

Locked in a room, nothing to do,

It makes your mind run amok.

Notes:

#WeStanPoppy

Sorry this feels really open ended I will write proper Poppy angst sometime in the future. But yeah basically Cobs is a horrible father and they ran away and lived in the woods for a while and also was locked in a room with nothing for who knows how long and yeah this is how I'm coping with TPOT 19.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 33 of Emerald's 2025 Summer Fic-athon!