This is a poem by me about Fizban (and how he loses his hat…a lot). Be aware this poem isn't too funny, grey kitty advised me to put it under "Humor" though, so what the heck, right? (And yes, this is my English homework, but don't tell Miss Sullivan, O.K.?)

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By: Martha J.N.

I am Fizban

I am confused.

I hear that little Kender blabble about wooly mammoths.

I see someone take my hat.

I say, "Give me back my hat!"

I cry, "You took it, I saw you don't lie to me!"

I am told it is on my head.

I feel my head for my hat, and find it there.

I try to remember how it got there.

I dream of ways to keep it on my head.

I am Fizban the fabulous.

O.K. so I won't get a very high grade, but as Alanna said in Wild Magic by Tamora Pierce, "'It's the thought that counts' she said…'Or that's what I keep telling myself.'" And I had to follow a dumb rubric. Sighs, but review anyway.