Here are, ah, some poems I did for a project. They're not Redwall related, though. Is that okay?
Private Home
The sight of chaos unadorned
Can make us laugh in exultation.
Life is something to be mourned
Through calming meditation.
Many sides from ev’ry story
Meet up, joining, causing pain.
To those who, facing jury
Know they’ll never meet again.
What constant turmoil brings in sleep
In our little private home,
No others travel oh so deep
In the psychic rooms we roam.
Keeping thinking locked up tight,
All doors bolted in the night.
A Mary Sue
A character called a Mary Sue,
Is one you can easily look through.
She demands rejection
While keeping perfection
Yuck! Too beyond the norm makes me blue.
On Weekdays...
School is, oh so boring
At half past nine I’m loudly snoring
Feet thundering across wooden flooring
Student’s voices, relentlessly roaring
But not everything I’m ignoring
I like it when we go art exploring
Unlike soccer or football scoring,
It may be the only class I’m adoring
Whether outside the rain is pouring
(And it’s much better than essay restoring.)
Finally, a subject in which I’m really soaring!
So, whaddya think?
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