Disclaimer: Do I look like Anthony Horowitz? In other words, I do not own the rights to the Alex Rider books and I make no money of writing fan fiction.
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Through the muck and the mud, they ran with vigor,
To please the sergeant, who tried hard not to snicker.
For laughing was frowned up in that grim camp,
Where Wolf, Fox and Alex found themselves at.
For days it rained harshly down on their heads,
Water leaked through the roof, soaking into their beds.
They camped under cloudy skies, in temperatures so cold,
That icicles formed, under Snake's very nose.
'I could be home now', Alex thought with regret,
If only he hadn't bent under that threat.
For while losing Ian, hadn't broken him yet,
He wasn't indestructible, or at all permanent.
This was proven true, when Wolf pushed too far,
Just to later find himself ran over by Alex's car.
Authors Note: *Looks wary* I know it's hardly a work of Shakespeare, or even Shel Silverstein. It was written for pure fun. It wrote this approximately five months ago and wasn't planning on posting it as it has no plot, and was pretty much written on a hyper whim. Then, May Eve sent me her brilliant response to my Dr. Seuss challenge (which you can read in all its rhyming glory on my profile for a limited time) and I broke, heh. I remembered this was such fun to write, even though I know I'll never….ever, be a proper poet.
Please check out May Eve's response story titled The Hero, it's a lot longer and well worth reading! You can find it on my favorites or search 'May Eve'!