Abi and her friend Mia wrote this poem and I thought it was pretty great.
The assignment was to use use a list of words the teacher had given them. They had to look up the words and use them correctly. I have to admit I had to have Abi define them for me.
Middle School
I walk into the phantasmagoric middle school
and see the treacherous bullies
stalking the mellow nerds.
The whimsical little girls skip past
and I think they should still be in third grade.
I also see the convoluted pictures hanging in the hallway.
First period I can hear the teacher ramble
about onomatopoeias,
as I sit freezing in my gelid chair.
After classI watch the bullies
wait in the restroom for the lethargic couch potatoes,
like a hunter hunting his prey.
As I make my way to science
the intercom starts to crackle.
The principal's tremulous voice rings out
and, just my luck, he calls my name.
I'm terrified, as I permeate
through crowds of morose teachers
and jaunty seventh graders.
I wish I felt as illimitable as they do.
What a relief!
It was just my mom, here with my lunch money.
Ugg, speaking of lunch,
all I have for lunch is a gaudy corndog
with a side of runny pudding
YUCK!
The only thing worth getting is the effervescent soda.
There is nothing to look forward to after lunch
especially not P.E.
All we play is gladiator.
As I change in the sultry locker room,
I think of the best route to take
to avoid those colossal eighth graders.
TWEEEEET! That's the sound of the whistle,
the game begins.
I run for cover in the bushes.
Ahhhh!!!
It is too late, they spot me.
I run and run and
I try to imagine them being
the mangy mutts that chase me
when i get off the bu... BANG!!!
Owww, I ran into the flagpole.
Yes, mom in coming to get me.
Having a concussion is better than
riding that musty old bus home.
Ugg, what a dreary day.