"TO HAVE GREAT POETS, THERE MUST BE GREAT AUDIENCES."



~ Walt Whitman




Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Austen, 3rd period

Pikachu and Piplup play in the Poke'park,
Their friend the mighty houndoom has a mighty bark.
They wish their trainers were there to help them have some fun,
but they would not show up until the day is done.

The strong wind around them always pushed them down,
the poke'mon on the slide used bide and turned a golden-brown.
AHHHHHH!!!!
That last gust was like a train which really made them frown.

Officer Jenny ran out to the poke'mon like a soilder in a field,
not one thing seemed to make her yield.
She was overjoyed like a spinda when she got them all inside,
the poke'mon were terrified from like a jet that horrific ride.

When the storm was over the sun started to show its face,
and all the trainers stormed like one enormous race.
The poke'mon were happy to see their traners again,one more time,
Pikachu and Piplup and even Mr. Mime
S. Austen Stire

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