"O.K I think you should write a poem about Halloween" Sam smiled at the 'Yu-Gi-Oh lot'
"Oh man I hate poems"
"Tough luck Mr Wheeler now I'd like it to be like a Shakespeare sonnet"
"What are they?" Joey looked confused
"Err...I don't actually know" Sam scratched her head
"Ha that means you can't make us do it" Joey grinned
"That's true unless..."
"I know" Hermione piped up. Joey groaned. Everyone turned to face Hermione "A Shakespeare sonnet has 3 quatrains and a rhyming couplet on the end. Each line should be 10 syllables long."
"What's a quatrain?"
"A quatrain is four lines, like a verse. The end word of the first line should rhyme with the end word of the third line and the end word of the second line should rhyme with the end word of the fourth line. The rhyming pattern should be ABAB, CDCD, EFEF, and GG"
"What's GG?"
"GG is the rhyming couplet on the end. Do you understand?" Everyone nodded (except Ron, he didn't even know who Shakespeare was)
"Well thanks to Hermione we know what sonnets are and thanks to Hermione I've changed my mind, just read poem about magic" Joey, Mai and Yugi went off into a corner to chose a poem from the book Sam conjured up out of nowhere.
10 minutes later they came back with a poem
"Well get on with it"
Joey cleared his throat and began:
"It really will work," said Jack yesterday
Just as our teacher was clearing away
"If I wave this wand and say the right words
That pile of maths books will turn into birds."
Chalk powdered our hair, ink squirted our faces
The ruler and pencils began to run races.
Our teacher became a most elegant pig
Waving his trotters and dancing a jig.
"I got it for Christmas from my uncle Stan
Such an amazing, mysterious man
He wears a long cloak, a tall pointed hat
A wizard of course, no doubt about that."
Our headmaster was starting to shout
As giant erasers were rubbing him out
Miss Brown grew a beard, Miss Green turned red
With the caretaker's mop stuck on her head.
The school went so crazy it gave us a fright
But Jack's Uncle Stan made everything right
Except for one thing, a real disaster
He could not seem to return our Headmaster
"Very good"
"Really?"
"No, but you can go home coz I'm bored of you" Sam clicked her fingers and they vanished, "Now I might need your help," She looked at the 'Digimon lot' "you like it here and I like Basil and Donkey so McFly can go home next" Dougie cheered, "I want you to perform a song by The Rasmus"
"Why The Rasmus? I don't know any of their songs. I won't do it" Danny complained
"Coz I prefer them to you, and you do know their stuff you just don't realise it, and I'll kill you if you don't" An evil glint appears in her eyes and a knife in her hand! "Now do it" Sam clicked her fingers and a stage appeared
Disasters strikes
I try to write describe the things I hold inside
Private of mind still keeps me distant
Disorder looms above this room
I'm trapped inside this silent tomb
I'm trying to get my mind off resistance
What ever I say, what ever I write, what ever I do
I'm not getting through
What ever I say, what ever I write, what ever I do
I'm not getting through to you
Destruction's all
Surrounds my hope
My future seems to stay unknown
All alone in need of some assistance
What ever I say, what ever I write, what ever I do
I'm not getting through
What ever I say, what ever I write, what ever I do
I'm not getting through to you
OH, here comes the fear again
Walls are closing in
Feels like I'm choking
OH, can't find the words to says
Drowning in this pain
Smoke fills the air
What ever I say, what ever I write, what ever I do
I'm not getting through
What ever I say, what ever I write, what ever I do
I'm not getting through to you
OH, here comes the fear again
Walls are closing in
Smoke fills the air
"What ever you can go" They vanish "So who next?"
Argh! I'm running low on ideas. Got any you could lend? Please review!!!