Ode to C/o 2014 Another year draws to a close, And will not be confined to prose, So poetry will be the thing, To aid in my remembering. Every year has highs and lows, The metaphoric heads and toes. This years head would have to be When dear Malik once said to me, Ms. Johns, youre swole! He did not mean My pride, but recognized the lean Or somewhat lean state of my arms. His compliment was full of charm. Delight abounded also when 3A would swing around again, And I would spin a yarn or two With Jacy, Monica, and crew. We still dont know (and its not cool) Where Yenas heading off to school. The badgering was done in jest With no bad feelings. One request: Please tell us, Yena sweet. I might Pen you a note, a letter write, And not know where to send the thing. Your silence is astonishing! This year, I also learned about A pair of twins--there is no doubt Its Adrian and Raymund. They Are different, true, but found a way To seem alike in shoes and hair. Though well before they took a chair, I knew if Adrian had quaffed A Monster. Thats a drink thats soft And full of buzz. I must wrap up This epic song. Lets say my cup Of gladness overflows. Ill miss This class and all its antics. Tis A little sad to say goodbye. Please keep in touch--dont make me cry :) XOXO
Posted on: Wed, 04 Jun 2014 02:48:59 +0000
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