Constance Contraire's Composition Notebook-
Happy Birthday Connie-Girl! I wasn't sure what to get you but Reynie suggested this so I got it for you. I didn't understand why until he pointed out the practical purposes of this. I'm considering getting one myself after I noticed I don't have any paper to write notes on in my bucket.
-Kate
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Why do you call me "Connie-Girl?"
It's enough to make one's self hurl,
What if I called you something different?
A name not given to you by your parents,
How would you like that, Kate Weatherall,
Answer me, Un-Great Tetherball.
Now I guess I'll have to copy it on a letter and send it to her. I might as well just tear this page out sense I'm not going to use this.
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Mr. Benedict said I had to use this and he wouldn't give me more paper until this is full. His excuse- He didn't want me to hurt the Un-Great Tetherball's feelings.
Oh, Mr. Benedict,
Forever telling me what to do,
Why are you so strict?
Always making me blue?
At least I don't have your nose,
Every day, I think it grows,
More like a sick cucumber,
Why must you encumber,
Me, with such rules?
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George Washington sent me a letter the other day. He writes in such a know-it-all flourish that I nearly have to have some else read it to me! I want to write him a poem that will annoy him just as much as he bore me, so I better get started,
Mr. President, One on the front of the dollar,
Old George was such a know-it-all,
Bald with a rat for a collar,
He wasn't even very tall.
Baldie went to some fancy collage,
Strutting everywhere with no hair,
All day he ate cheese from a cottage,
Pretending he actually belonged there.
George Washington wrote of fancy books,
Encyclopedia's and Dictionary's on codfish and code,
Boring honest people forced to look,
At such a tedious letter of word load.
That should do it. The last stanza was tricky but if he can't understand it… At least he'll get some of his own medicine.
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I AM MAD WITH STUPID GEORGE WASHINGTON! He critiqued my poem and sad nasty things! I've decided to send him a most unflattering piece prose. I've already written it at the back of this book and torn it out. It's about Georgina Washingtonita the unicorn getting a nosebleed.
Also, I got a reply from Un-Great Tetherball, she said I should call her The Great Kate Weather Machine instead. I'm not going to.
Reynie hasn't written me for a while, I think going to collage with George Washington is taking a lot of his time.
Number Two said something about making me a new wardrobe again.
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Have you ever looked through a button?
Such a curious this holds things together,
When removed objects come undone,
I personally like zippers better.
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Clouds are evil for various reasons,
They are dark, wet and dreary,
They appear whatever the season,
Stopping good people from going outside,
Making it impossible to be merry,
When little girls cannot go down the slide.
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A\N: I felt like writing some Constance so yeah… This may or may not continue- Largely depends on if it's wanted and my inspiration. This is after The Prisoner's Delima but I don't think it'll have many, if any, spoilers. Future chapters may mention Constance's powers but other than that, I can't think of anything.
So, should I continue or no? I can say the poetry is fun but I don't think I have Constance's personality down all the way yet. If this is continued, it'll eventually get better, I think. I don't know, your thoughts on the matter?