The Principal (Jabberwocky Spinoff)
By Owen L.
Twas foreboding, and the brown high heels,
Did write and type in the office:
‘All yacky were the vice principals,
And the nurse lashed out.
‘Beware the principal, my son!
The computers that type, the pens that write!
Beware the secretary, and counselor
The infamous computer cart!’
He took his messy binder in hand:
Long time the treacherous foe he sought --
So rested he by the redwood tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And, as in deep thought he stood,
The principal, with eyes of detention,
Came thumping through the musty hall,
And threw referrals as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The messy binder went smack clack!
He left it dead and with its head
He went galumphing back.
‘And hast thou slain the principal?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh fabulous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.
Twas foreboding, and the brown high heels,
Did write and type in the office:
‘All yacky were the vice principals,
And the nurse lashed out.
Magic
By Nolan W.
Oh please, top deck, something great
I have been waiting all day
For a good draw.
I supposedly have the best deck,
And yet I haven’t even pulled a speck.
Come on, deck, you can do this,
Give me something, just not lands!
Please, please, please!
I believe that you
can help me.
No, no, no,
Not another Land!
That’s five turns in a row I have been getting lands!
In a few turns I might resign,
And after that
I will be beaten.
This is game three, won the first one
Last game it was a close one, but my opponent pulled ahead by a hair.
Please don't make me lose this game,
It means a lot to me.
Every turn I know what I'm going to draw
Land after land after land.
You have one more chance to shine,
You have always been good to me,
Please stay that way.
I don't want to make a new deck,
Somehow when I invest in cards I happen to buy the right ones,
But if I start again, I feel this time, I will have no luck.
Here we go, it's my turn,
Please, please, please!
The top deck is…
A game winner!
Yes, yes, yes, thank you!
The World of An Ant
By Paloma G.
We march in a line
Each quiet as a mime.
On tiptoe, we go, we go.
We venture through lush jungles,
And forests of dazzling colors.
Endless, immense, and vast.
Across deep trenches and over mountain peaks so high,
It seems like one could touch the sky, sky, sky.
Zigzag, zigzag,
Hurry, hurry,
Scurry, flurry.
The leader sends a call of warning.
We run in panic, panic, panic!
Away from the monstrous beast.
It stomps so angrily, clumsily, carelessly.
Every day it seems to make our marching line shorter…shorter…shorter.
On tiptoe, we go, we go.
And at last we arrive at our destination.
At last we leave the green jungle behind us,
And appear to have come all this way for a hard, grey, barren scape.
On tiptoe, we go, we go.
Forever onward.
Spring Gust
By Zara W.
The spring gust blows,
sending millions of fragments,
through and through.
I lay, peace filling my body,
aware of all movement,
a single leaf,
that happened to fall,
right next to my body.
It lay,
as quiet as I,
as still as a statue,
unaware I was watching
The Peaceful Forest
By Katie S.
A Forest is a beautiful flower
Gracefully sleeping
And waiting for someone
To explore her mysteries
Her real life isn't what it is all
Cranked up to be
A Forest is a peaceful hummingbird
Quietly singing
A beautiful lullaby
During the shimmering night
A Forest is just like a person
What do you think a forest is?
To Truly Be Human
By Rory C.
We like to make the world a better place,
By planting more forests, the home of trees,
That are oh so full of the air we breathe.
We all dream to escape, to evade, and freed
From our emotions that drive us to haste
To be the alpha of the human race.
We attempt to be rid of weakness
To be as light, to exalt perfection
But perfection may just be deception.
We strive to eliminate all misconception,
Which is the foreground of all stress,
As the values held dearly collapse in mess.
We sparked ideas with majestic deeds,
For fulfilling, and supporting, needs.
Even when fame and fortune cover our face,
We will still accept our honors with grace.
Time
By Ethan N.
Tick tock goes the clock
And as a baby I cried and wept.
Tick tock goes the clock
And time has finally crept.
Tick tock goes the clock
And as a child I became more bold.
Tick tock goes the clock
And time has finally strolled.
Tick tock goes the clock
And I became a man.
Tick tock goes the clock
And time has finally ran.
Tick tock goes the clock
And still I grew.
Tick tock goes the clock
And time has finally flew.
Tick tock goes the clock
And I am passing on.
Tick tock goes the clock
And time has finally gone.
Old Cat
By Zara W.
You,
an old cat,
lie ears perked,
nose twitching,
tail swishing.
Though may you be small,
you have a way to take up
the whole space heater