So -

I was wondering if anyone has been working on any poetry this summer... especially since we all have all this wonderful time to do anything. ;) Here's one for kicks and giggles:

Where have you been?!?

I'll tell you-

The large bell hanging on the wall at school

clinged its joyful news

signifying the end of torture.

I stood up triumphantly and exited the room,

victory of surviving another day of that dreaded algebra.

If I would have hesitated for one more sec,

I would have been squashed by the giant meteor impact

of a 3hr old ABC gum that was carefully aimed

to hit my head and my heart.

Luckily, the fates were on my side

as my feet moved forward all on their own,

bringing the rest of me to safely just in the lick of time

and out of death's way.

Feeling the rushing wind of the deadly ABC gum fly past my face,

I turned to face my enemy.

Josh.

A tall, gangling thing that looks like a spider.

This is was my peers

all seem to think is a gorgeous man,

followed by girls who are willing to wait on him hand and foot.

Smirking,

he raised an eyebrow and curled his bright pink lips

revealing perfectly straight teeth that shine like diamonds in the sun.

Definitely the enemy.

Definitely need to be taught a lesson:

to never cross me.

The fates agreed.

After he left the classroom, I followed behind

my elven shoes hiding my footprints

and the sound of my feet slinking across the floor.

The sun reached 30 degrees, signifying the monumental time.

He was strolling along the road,

without any sign of his earlier disaster,

his deadly mistake.

As I watched from behind the metal green box

that smelled strangely of dead fish and cat puke,

a plan was unfolded in my mind,

detailed laid out the perfect solution to all my problems.

Quickly I reached deep into my sock,

slipping my fingers into the hidden pocket full of odd and ends.

Out came a leaky pen who has been known for his cruel smiles

and his inky fingers, jetting out black ink

staining his mark permanently on all creatures and things,

black because his name was Diablo.

Placing Mr. Diable into my trusty rubber sling, I flexed my biceps.

A smile on my face glowed in the bask of the heated air

and shinning from the drops of sweat on my face.

Bang!

The black stains from Diablo burst all over Josh,

giving him a black spot so big that it can be seen

from international space station that rotates slowly around the earth.

Little did i know, Diablo backstabbed me right back,

by leaving a mark on my once innocent looking hands.