Beyond the trees and down across the lake,
there stands a structure made of brownish brick.
Ten stories tall, to reach the top would take
a windy ride upon a long broomstick.
Some yellow lights in dormitories shine
as owls screech across the evening air.
The liquid lake is bubbling, while the mine
is black despite an orange torch's glare.
At night, the students dare not wander out
for fear of what the shadows might conceal,
while others choose to sleep and dream about
the nasty and approaching breakfast meal.
Tomorrow brings another day of cool
occurrences inside this magic school.
It's
time to arise out of bed,
so lift
up your big, drowsy head.
The
breakfasts await;
we can
not be late!
We must
go and get ourselves fed!
The first
class of the day is soon.
The
teacher's a hot air balloon
who
floats around with moans and wheezes
to look
at our papers as he pleases.
This
class is always the worst for me:
it's
boring Magic History!
We read,
we read, and read some more,
and
every chapter is a bore.
Then
the teacher gives a lecture
about
some wizard (A.J. Flecture)
,whose
name will surely reappear
upon
the test we'll take this year.
We fill
in worksheets, long and hard
(I think
my brain is getting charred).
When
I don't think I can take much more,
the
dragon growls with such a roar
that
all the students feel the shake
(and
some are startled, now awake).
That
signal means that class is done;
I hope
next time's a bit more fun!
With
a wave of the wand
and
a magical word,
I've
turned this green frog
into
a green bird!
The big,
yellow pencil
to the
right of my fist
turns
into a feather
with
a flick of my wrist!
We're
supposed to be nice
when
transfigurations are cast,
but
it's always so tempting,
and
also a blast
to recite
a spell,
and
turn toward the bully,
and
make him become
a sheep
that is wooly!
"It's
time for lunch, it's time for lunch!" I yell
while
running down the dusty, stony hall
into
the cafeteria. The smell
of rotten
cheese sure make me want to fall
on to
the ground and bawl and bawl and bawl.
The
squishy, slimy, squirty jello looks
like
slushy soup. I turn to Frank and call,
"I really
wish we'd get some better cooks!"
For
what the entrée is, I have no clue--
it tastes
like moldy brussel sprouts and luke-
warm
lemonade with chunks of green and blue-
green
meats. I do now think I need to puke!
I can
not stand the putrid taste and smell;
I really
wish we had a Taco Bell!
VI.
Broomsticks
While
whirling, twirling in the air
upon
my broomstick, without care,
I hear
my teacher's scratchy call--
"Get
down from there, or you might fall!"
I've
mastered how to levitate,
as well
as flying very straight,
so now
I need to work on turns
and
practicing is how one learns.
I soar
so high up with the trees
and
zip on past a nest of bees.
But
now, ahead of me I see
the
towers named "One," "Two," and "Three."
Then
leaning all my body weight,
I know
I can not hesitate.
I make
the sharp turn to the right,
and
land, which ends this magic flight.
VII.
After School (A Limerick)
Now that
the school day is done
perhaps
it's time to have some fun.
But
first my assignments
will
need some refinements
before
I can play in the sun.
VIII.
Day's End (A Limerick)
The
end of the day has arrived.
I know
that I have been deprived
of wonderful
sleep,
so I
will now creep
to my
bed, where I'll be revived.
(About this poem: This is a collection of fun poems that I wrote for my Elementary School Language Arts and Reading Methods course!)
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