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A/N:
SCHOOL'S OUT, FOR, THE SUMMER! SCHOOL'S OUT, FOR, EVER! HAHAHA I am on a
natural (and coca-cola®) high, and well this may be a little nutty or whatever,
but bear with me because ::in a mocking tone:: I'm done with school! I'm done
with school! HAHAHA! Freedom! Well cheerios for now enjoy my loverly poem!
La (running title)
Oh!!!!!!!! Well in the land
of Tortall,
There sat a little portal.
Where a youngin' fell plum
in,
And that's where we begin.
See this sprout ended up,
In someone's coffee cup,
In a new land she didn't
know,
Where no rosters did crow.
All 'round she saw metal
towers,
And people who had many
powers,
For they were riding without
horses,
Which people were calling
'Porches'.
Now our 'lil Tortallian
girl,
Saw things that could make
her hurl,
But she was stubborn and
dead set,
And would make it so don't
you fret.
Now this little girl's all
grown up,
Drinking from the coffee
cup,
Writing books left and
right,
About that wonderful lady
knight.
But her readers do not know,
That her books are
nonfiction-it's so!
She writes her countries
history,
From a place that is a
mystery,
On accounts of her dear old
friends,
But the truths she doesn't
bend.
Yes, there really was an
Alanna,
With hubby George and friend
Jon-a,
And Daine sure saved the
day,
As Numair paved the way.
And yes, there was a Kel,
Neal, Cleon and Lalasa as
well,
Of course Thayet, Gary and
Buri,
Were in on all the fury.
And K'miri, Yamani and Bazhir,
Are all real races with no
fear,
And Scanra and Carthak,
Are bad countries that did
attack.