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There's so little to do~ I wonder if I should go back to teaching. I enjoyed doing that.
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I don't understand it. I seem to have come upon a writer's block! I just can't find inspiration for any new poems! Why I....I must be getting ill!
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Everyone thinks that this stinks, But I'll tell you all what I think, My head's in a whirl 'Cause I became a girl, But my scales are shiny and pink!♥ |
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I look out the window And what do I see? A party of sweet green Looking right back at me! O beautiful mixture Of yellow and blue How I and the trees Celebrate your rich hue 'Tis the color of birds Who sit there on the rocks 'Tis the color of leaves And the tint of my socks To live without green How dull that would be The thought of such things Sounds like no fun to me O City of Green I bid you good day I'm off to pick flowers But I hope that you stay! ♥
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I...I can't even come up with another poem. I'm so ashamed ;~;
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Punk poet...? Punk poet?! PUNK POET?!?! ((OOC: There is only one thing that can make Dragon angry enough to breathe fire, and that is calling him a punk poet. And that's when he's inhibited. However, thanks to Schuldich, in his rage he shall be rampaging through the city. Feel free to notice a pissed off, rampaging, fire-breathing dragon on the loose.))
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Why all the chaos? Why all the rage? ....Why cant I finish this poem? ;_;
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I had a thought When I was in the tub, Could we, should we Have a poetry club? |
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♪Happy birthday to you♪ ♪Happy birthday to you♫ ♫Happy birthday dear Michel♪ ♪♪♪Happy birthday to you♪♪♪ ((and Dragon will be having a surprise party for him next class...complete with tea and upside-down cake XD)) |
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'Tis twelve days until Christmas, And all through the city, All the people are rushing To make their homes pretty. All the trees are aglow, Colored lights everywhere, The aroma of cookies Permeates the air And of course all the presents! We can't forget those! Are all purchased and wrapped And tied up in red bows. And there is something else That comes with this day; The schools will be closed So that we can all play! Before my class dismisses, I have but one chore; An easy task due In four days, nothing more! Write your own Christmas poem About this season's joys; About memories of this day As young girls and boys. Write as long as you wish Any style you desire. You can write it while you roast Chestnuts on a fire! Bring it in Monday morning And then we'll have our break. But first we'll have cookies And upside-down cake! Have a happy season, Where all is right. Merry Christmas to all And to all a good night.
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Excuse me for my absense; I was a few days away. For in Flamingo Heights' silence, I decided to go off and play. I hear that there is a contest For men, now isn't that grand? I wish the contestants luck To be the most handsome in the land! ♥ |
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My class will start up some day And although it may be cliche I thought you should know Before we're good to go That I am quite thoroughly gay ♥ ((couldn't resist XDD))
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Here in the ocean That's always in motion Swimming can be quite a chore I sit in the water Just like a sea otter And let out an almighty ROAR! ((OOC: Dragon's generally a really gentle dragon, but with the whole pirate theme going on he can't help but be juuuuust a little fierce.))
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Just a-drifting, all the leaves Like a dewdrop, fancy-free Playing with the gentle breezes Romping with the bumble-beezes Oh what fun! Joy never ceases Just a-drifting Prancing, dancing, to and fro Not to fast, not to slow Where the early birds are seeking Early worms a-slyly peeking Hear the night owls softly shrieking Just a-drifting .....? Now where am I? ((OOC: Because Dragon's from an old Disney short, he has been teleported to Disney World out of the blue. Feel free to see him either trying to figure out where he is, writing poetry, or possibly in the presense of Sir Giles.)) |
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Sweet little upside-down cake, Cares and woes, you've got'em. Poor little upside-down cake, Your top is on your bottom. Alas, little upside-down cake, Your troubles never stop, Because, little upside-down cake, Your bottom's on your top.
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bored
giddy and GREEN
enraged
chipper
mischievous
sad