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''by [[Marissa Mathews]]'' | ''by [[Marissa Mathews]]'' | ||
<poem style="border: 2px solid #113e60; background-color: #cee5f6; padding: .5em;"> | |||
A group of young people, called “knights”by themselves, | |||
Are to be the topicus nextus. | |||
Jamie Leolani, Elyse Kusakabe, | |||
Rachel Elliott, Cecelia Schmidt, | |||
Abbie Wright, Christe Bout, and Lace Z. | |||
This is a story that is truly worth telling. | |||
It’s sung from the Halls of IA. | |||
The Knights of the Order of Many Posts | |||
Were the rulers of interest those days. | |||
They made many stories and sought for adventure; | |||
They sailed the Cyber Sea. | |||
They wrote with such vibrance, such muster and skill, | |||
They left footprints and led paths for newbies. | |||
Lady Leolani they say was the leader. | |||
She had countless stories to tell! | |||
But sadly, one day, her classes had ceased, | |||
And her being was no longer well. | |||
Though try as she might, she could not control | |||
That her schooling semester had ended. | |||
Though think as she may, she could not plot | |||
How to return to her school so beloved | |||
Elyse Kusakabe, the second-in-charge, | |||
Was surely a creative lass. | |||
She invented words, came up with new faces, | |||
And dominated writing class. | |||
She brought so much joy to the halls of the school | |||
That some people could hardly stand it; | |||
But slowly, she ebbed, for her work did not wane– | |||
She left, as moot brilliance demanded. | |||
Sporadic events of her cleverness | |||
Were treasured by all of her friends. | |||
For such times were so little, so far spread between | |||
That they always jumped at the chance. | |||
Cecelia Schmidt was a wonderful girl, | |||
Whose notebook and pen hardly stopped. | |||
She led expeditions through caves and meadows; | |||
Her stories could never be topped. | |||
Her magical notebook caused many a trouble, | |||
But it always gave a good tale. | |||
To find it, however, was long and hard going. | |||
Only the strong would prevail. | |||
As soon and Cecelia wrote in her notebook, | |||
She disremembered her ditties | |||
Then she and her party would transport | |||
To wherever! The letters won’t pity! | |||
Cecelia was known, not only that name, | |||
But by Queen Xecelia besides. | |||
Her grammar was perfect, her spelling unfailing, | |||
Her legacy reached to her knights! | |||
As all great things must, her reign came to an end. | |||
She left her heirlooms to friends: | |||
Her title of Queen she bequeathed to Elyse, | |||
And appointed Shalom Cross as Head of Police. | |||
</poem> | |||
This is the end of this one for now. I'm still working on it. All these so far were the result of an hour or so of writing. <.< | This is the end of this one for now. I'm still working on it. All these so far were the result of an hour or so of writing. <.< | ||