So I’ve been working on a poem for the HSLDA Poetry Contest for 2015.
I actually wrote two, but I’m thinking about just entering this one;
He crept around the interwebs,
Saw everything that went on.
Waiting for someone to ebb,
Waiting for his chance of a pawn.
My mind unyilling just recalled,
My parents in that yecky cell.
Try not to think of that horrid thorvald.
I open my Mac, and try not to dwell.
‘Father, why?’ Shaking hands,
Terrified of being alone.
Adrenaline racing down her glands,
CEO is alphalone…
What’s this? A glitch? Out on the web?
Magic? But how? That’s wikinked…
Now, what in the world wide web…
USE ME. I gulp. Am I hixinked?
Running to headquarters,
She logged onto glace,
Heart pounding in horror
A glitch? By drace…
I’ll have a team of them and me.
They’ll set me free unconsciously,
They’re under me, and I’ll be free!
ME AND ALL OF MY 40 THIEVES!
Could this mean hope for me and Zumell?
Could I find my dad and use the COBAK?
This could be a risk, but I’m willing to quell.
Or is this a trick and I can’t ever come back…?
I hope you enjoy this, sorry I’m not posting much, (I got a piano recital today…)
Thanks for reading! 🙂