I was once on a boat,
in a huge moat,
of incredible size,
of which I had to analyze.
The boat was sinking,
so I was thinking
about help,
maybe I could yelp,
or maybe throw kelp.
But then I realized that
my most prized hat
was on board,
in my mini-fjord.
All sent lost
so I had to keep my fingers crossed,
that someone might help me,
and I would say “Yippee!”
But I popped a drink mediocre
and thought that my life would soon be over,
I had my Mom’s lucky clover
and remembered what brought me joy,
I thought of my town of Croix,
my dog, Mr. Buoy,
and my good friend, Alloy.
But then I woke up,
and was holding a cup
of coffee
and a bar of toffee.
I looked around
and this I found,
the TV was on,
the newsman John,
was covering
a very strange appearing,
that a boat
was sinking in the 5 mile wide moat.
A helicopter with a camera
with a newsperson named Amrah.
They showed my sinking boat
in the stupidly large moat.
They did a close-up
and saw me face-up
laying down
and the whole town
gasped with horror
that I the explorer
was dead.
The news spread
like wildfire,
and I thought that I should have had a drier
death.
My body was recovered by my friend Macbeth.
I looked at myself
and the shelf
for a mirror
and as I got nearer
I was in for a surprise.
One that is unwise
to tell,
I think I’m unwell.
Gorzycki Middle School
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