The rating is for flames going out. Um...I wrote it in science, so it's a bit weird (Science is after lunch so we're all hyper!) And when I wrote it, it sounded like and Alanna type-poemy-thingy. Please e/r/r!
A/N: A little crazy, I
know. I wrote it in science, when we were doing a lab with candles. But it
reminded me of Alanna and her hatred to cold, and so I posted it.
Disclaimer: Wow! I
actually *own* the poem! I don't own my science teacher, or Alanna, they belong
to either themselves or Tamora Pierce.
A/NII: It was a bit
different, so read the following for the original version. (Before my eraser
found the paper and turned it into a poem-fic)
Burn, candle, burn;
Fire, burn, fire;
Poof! Goes the smoke
Evil turtle has the tweezers
Watch out, Mr. Smoke!
The candle will be remembered.
A/NIII: Evil turtle... *cracks
up* never mind…inside joke :)
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