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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