I'll continue this tale of drama,
With no help, from my mamma.
Beginning with how I'm glad of life.
Though once before it was filled with strife.

I used to think, my friends were real,
And then my life became surreal.
And through the fog it dawned on me,
That maybe it was all a scheme?

Perhaps all the times I'd laughed and cried,
Inside my friends, something had died.
I was talking to some ghosts,
Who regarded me like a beggar, and them hosts.

But since that day when the tables turned,
No longer was I the one that fought and earned.
Every drop of friendship now,
Was given to me, not clawed for, how?

Now I have a good friendship,
No longer do I cry and drip.
For I can count on my friends to prevail,
On and on, lasting all a gale.

Hermione Granger is called a know-it-all,

Hermione Granger who never answers the call.

Slytherins call her mudblood, and she’s never provoked.

And Harry Potter quickly joked,

“Wow, the Slytherins are so awesome--”

His voice heavy with sarcasm.

Hermione knows everything,

There is never a scenario where she knows nothing.

She’s tall and proud and her parents are muggles,

So to keep her ego is quite some struggles.

She’s also friends with Ronald Weasley

(Who you may read about in the next sonnet completely.)

Of course, she only became their friends--

When they saved her from a messy end.

Harry Potter with his lightning scar,

Most people think that it’s crazy--bizzare!

But a few chapters within the secret of this book . . .

And you might find people think it’s an interesting look!

Think long sticks, that swish through the air, 

Think red and gold sparks, that are naked and bare.

Think a school of magic, a towering castle,

Think a palace built without haste or hassle.

Harry Potter has jet black hair,

That always stays up in the air!

Green eyes, that are bright as jewels,

Like emerald mesmerising pools . . .

Harry Potter, a legend among magic,

Harry Potter, who faced something tragic!

Spy School is about a mediocre spy,

While the lesson of it is to keep your guard high! 

Erica Hale--the queen of doing anything,

While Ben Ripley isn’t much of a martial arts king.

I write this poem about an evil society,

That can cause real bad anxiety. 

Traitors and plot holes, loyalties and hooks,

This is one of the very best books!

And don’t take me wrong that I said ‘books,’

‘Cause this book isn’t all about looks!

It’s a series and there’s no doubt about that,

It takes longer to read it than five seconds flat!

I love this series by the author Stuart Gibbs,

It made me laugh till I hurt my ribs!

This is a list of some BTS songs,

Ones that BTS themself sang along.

Oh yes, listen to the Pied Piper play,

On a sunny Spring Day.

Whoohoo! I show a Dimple ‘cause of some K-Pop,

As I listen to them Mic Drop.

Listen to the song again, maybe Not Today?

“So ON, and so ON.” Yes, that’s what I say.

Then “Boy With Luv” that’s spelled wrong,

Yup, the title’s too similar to the “Boy In Luv” song.

Light a Fire, call it a banger,

Urgh, I’m Blue and Grey, is that a cliffhanger?

And because I know, Life Goes On,

If my life ceased, that would be a Black Swan.

I’m scared of deep water,

Yet I still love swimming class.

I arrive at four ‘o clock, no later,

And usually I’m never the last.

Recently, I actually quit.

Ouch!  That must have been quite a hit.

There was just this part that I didn’t like…

…coming out, I was so cold, I said, “Yikes!”

Yes, my class was at four ‘o clock,

I wait for the clock to reach the time.

I waited for it to go “Tick Tock!”

And when someone Pees, the pool goes (harhar) lime!

But still, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy swimming,

And I just hope quitting isn’t really sinning.

I have two sisters and they like shows to watch,

They never go outside and play a game of hopscotch.

One watches this show, the main character has a big head,

While the other one watches multiple series instead.

Exactly why they waste their time, I seriously don’t know.

They’re watching so much, Mom doesn’t know what show to show!

I don’t spend my afternoon watching all these things,

When I could instead read Lord of the Rings!

I take a walk around my (sorta) big house,

And I get to listen to some Strauss!

I also read some awesome books,

My sisters would love the plot holes and the hooks.

Honestly!  My sisters!  What do they do in the afternoon?

They watch and watch, I do hope they stop soon!

Dunno why I’m writing this sonnet (or song)

But one day I hope I’ll get to sing along.

I dunno what to say,

But maybe it’ll be famous one day.

Stuff was stuck deep in my brain,

Clogged up by a drain,

Ugh!  I hate Writer’s Block,

But I’ve got to write this in time!  Tick tock!

Darn it, the time’s a-ticking.

While I sit in my chair, uselessly a-thinking.

But it barely helps at all.

When will inspiration give me a call?

Ugh!  Ugh!  Ugh!  Why does this have to happen to me?

I have horrible Writer's Block, can’t you see?

Sometimes, on weekends, if I am lucky,

I go to the office, and I have to be good, not yucky.

I can do a lot of stuff, help and do chores,

And I even get a few fun tours.

After we work very hard,

We can have a nice, little snack.

The warehouse is about fourteen hundred square yards!

Many office workers work in the back.

When I get to see the office,

My mom always tells me, “Lower your voice to the softest,

‘Cause then, we don't disturb my employees!”

Oh, and these products, please, don’t destroy these!”

So if we act good, if we act our best,

We can go to the office, a place I don't detest.

You know, I use that app called Zoom.

And it's not like the solid things, for example, the loom.

And we can even use the chat feature, where you don't have to talk,

And you can rest your feet, you don't need to walk.

I use it to meet for school,

Admittedly, it's pretty cool.

And then, I can also meet my pals,

It's sorta awesome, all in all.

We have these rooms,

Where you can work together,

And they’re clean, so you don't need brooms,

And it doesn't matter whether you have bad or fair weather!

It's nice to do virtual school, and meet all my peeps,

But when we can do real school, my heart will give a leap.

I have these pink flops,

With striped white tops.

They’re called my “inside shoes.”

“Wear them, or wash,” my mom told me to choose.

Obviously, I chose to wear,

I don't wanna wash my socks!

FYI, brown is the color of my hair,

If I don't wear my shoes, my socks can become the color of my locks.

And I guess I could say,

I've grown quite used to it.

So now, it's easy for me to say “OK.”

I've started to love my inside flops, bit by bit!

And so if I don't wear them, I feel weird, almost naked,

Almost as weird as if someone shouted, “Hey, kid.”

I was once given a pair of wheels,

Hot pink and black in colors.

I admit, I wanted wheels the color teal,

But I was ok with pink, Dad says they cost a lot in dollars.

I went to try them out,

In a place called Sinnott School.

When I fall, I don’t give my face a pout, 

I try to act ‘too cool.’

I love my Rollerblade,

Even in hot pink and black.

I always don't want any aid,

While I'm learning to do a trick and hack!

I always want to ride my skates,

And to those who want to skate too, it’s open gates!

Ya know, you should eat vegetables and fruits,

Out of snacks?  You can use them as substitutes.

For instance, there are orange and apple,

And if you can, reel them in and grapple.

I’m nine, so I have to eat nine veggies a day,

Whereas scientists say, “Eat more before the souffle.”

My favorite’s probably the onion (if it's with soup),

I don't really like them, but my dad always gives a whoop!

And of course, we can't leave out fruits, like the kiwi,

That one I like, so when I see it I shout out “wheeeeeee!”

It's probably my fave, though I also like strawberry,

That's why I wish there was something like a strawberry-kiwi fairy!

So, all in all, I like fruits; vegetables, not really.

I’d rather eat nine fruits than nine vegetables, ideally.

Do you have a kite?

I hope you have a good one.

One that can reach good height,

One so loveable, you can call it your son.

We have one, rainbow colored and uneven.

Ours, we can't really believe in.

But wait!  That doesn't mean we can't take it flying!

So my sister doesn’t start crying.

We go to this good park,

That's high up on a hill.

It makes our kite go in an arc,

Watching our kite fly, it gives me quite a thrill.

Even though our kite doesn't fly well,

It doesn’t deserve to go to hell.

You have so many different types of dogs, 

A stunning one hundred and one in all,

They lived in odd places, some liked bogs,

Before you came along, and made them your pals.

They sleep in their dog beds,

And jump in great bounds.

Cock a furry cute head,

And play all around!

But one day you thought,

You had one hundred dogs too many.

You should return them to where they were bought,

“Sure,” said your dad, “If you want, Danny.”

But then you decided, “Wait, I'll give them to my friends!

After all, they live just around the bend.”

Today is 102 degrees Fahrenheit, and very sunny,

And to those of you who are reading, it might be funny.

But to dear Lacy Game, it was not.

The poor girl was hot, hot, and hot!

She lay on the grass, on the lawn, 

Staring at the sky, the beautiful dawn.

What she would give for a cold ice-cream, 

But then she had a dream that made her beam…

She was soaring through clouds made of the color green,

And the sun was the color of a freshly-baked bean.

The world was inverted and that was that,

And she wore a sunny, yellow hat.

So the key to surviving on a very hot, sunny day?

Have a nice dream, it doesn’t pay!

Ok, here’s how the story goes,

I was once given some fries, a dose.

I was only two years old back then, 

Yet I could tell it was better than ramen!

When I grew up though, I grew apart,

Away from the fries, they were far from my heart.

I needed to remember, how good they taste,

So I mixed mayo with fries, into a paste.

It brought back a joy,

So great, oh boy.

I love how it tasted,

That mush I created.

So listen to me, people, say “Ayo!”

Fries taste amazing, with that sauce, mayo.

I woke up in the morning, already bleary,

Then peered at the window, rather teary.

Rain pattered against the window pane; it was very blurry.

I got up and dressed in a hurry.

Pit-patter pit-patter,

This is the worst day,

With my sister here,

She will not listen to what I say!

And down in the country, Old Jack Belay,

He is rather sad, the rain wet his prized hay.

The mayor too, is not in a good state,

For the meeting in town hall, the rain made him late!

Pit-patter pit-patter,

What a horrible day!

I have a green cover,

I named him Terry Jim.

In me he has a lover,

‘Cause yes, he’s a him.

The green blanket of mine,

I take it everywhere, 

I even take it to my bed,

I specially take it there!

But now, I've had it long,

And it’s started to come apart,

Now it's as thin as a kitchen tong.

And as it fell apart, it broke my heart.

So my mom bought me a new one, better than the other,

And I hugged her hard, and said, “Love you, Mother!”

I hated peas a lot,

But my mom loved them, and cooked them piping hot!

I hated peas for life;

So much, I caused a lot of strife.

But one day, I dipped them in honey,

And they turned out, as good as money!

My dad said, “See?  Told ya So So, they are quite a treat!”

“Peas are delicious, and of course, sweet!”

I nodded, then dipped another pea.

“You’re right, dad,” said I; “Yeah,” replied he.

I popped the honey covered pea in.

That delicious green ball, small as a pin.

So now to this day, I love those green peas,

But I’m moving on to mushrooms, those edible Ts...