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February 27, 2004
Poem by: Allison Leigh Harper Wendy Wolf, pirate extraordinaire, sailed the seven seas in her underwear. The ship she sailed was called Kashi-Go-Lean, and as prisoners she kept, Abby and Lucas because she was really mean. Scrabble Aunts are happy, joyous and carefree, but none of this describes Wendy as you can see. All day she drank, and played guitar, but this never got her very far. Vodka, rum and Jack Daniels too, Wendy never really cared for me and you. She'd mope and whine and cry all day, she'd have a fit if things didn't go her way. As a mean old drunk as a pirate can be, she had no friends, save Brandy-Jean and me. Yes, me and Brandy, we were pirates too, there were many crazy things Wendy, when drunk, would make us do. Waltz's, polkas and tango's too. We preformed them all, we even danced in sparkly tap shoes. Well, you know as all pirates do, Wendy had a chest full of treasure anew. Wendy has a treasure chest, she found one day, she found it in June, or maybe it was May. A greedy pirate Wendy was, she never shared, not even with her favorite cuz. On a cloudy, dreary day, swam to the ship a person dressed in gray. "My name is Will," the man replied. As soon as Brandy and I got him in the ship and he was dried. "I've come to help you with Wendy-Jane, I'm a writer all the way from Spain." Well Brandy and I, we let him stay, for he promised to put Wendy's anger at bay. Will was a good writer, oh yes he was, but nothing good enough, not for Wendy, not when she had a buzz. Well, Will, Brandy, and I, tried to save Wendy but we nearly died. The ordeal was planned and secret as could be, but Wendy somehow found out from her prisoner Abby. While after drinking more than a man, Wendy was playing Risk, only defending her favorite countries, China and Japan. She blew, yelled and finally snapped. And threw us all in the prison, a nasty trap. So that's what you get if you try to help, you get thrown in a crowded prison that smells worse than rotten kelp. All we tried to do was throw out her rum and booze, but that rotten Abby snitched on us when we thought she was taking a snooze. Wendy won't change until the day she is dead and all she feeds us now is gross, dried-out bread. Now all we can do is sit and watch Wendy booze, she tries to play guitar but all she plays is the blues. It's really sad as you can see, especially for Lucas, Abby, Will, Brandy-Jean and me. The End |
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my masterpiece! drawn by brandy, colored by me |
my boyfriend |
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by abby |
happy cloud! --> by Leah |
hehe this was too silly! By Allison! |
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