3 A.M.
by Griffin Gamache - 8th Grade
by
by Sam Nichols - 6th Grade
It's 3 A.M.,
I'm here alone.
Nobody to talk to,
I’m just here with my phone.
No one is up,
So I just stare at the time.
It's 3:30 A.M.,
Why did I make this rhyme?
I wish I could change it,
Make it seem intriguing.
But I’m just doing the same bit,
And I’m just slowly fatiguing.
It's 4 A.M.,
I am going to sleep.
Just to wake up to a pattern
That I will always repeat.
1
The VOICE
of LMS
by Sadie Mielcarz - 7th grade
Inflicting horror upon the strong and gallant
Keep track of your brain, you’ll probably need a replacement,
They’re the living dead haunting your dreams
And they’ll probably make you hide in a bunker or your basement.
But how could we blame them
Look at their condition,
Brains rotted out and
Oh my their skin!
They must not enjoy what they do
For it is so unpleasant,
Why don’t you eat brains for dinner
And THEN call them peasants.
It’s just their way of life
Survival of the fittest and things like that,
One would wonder what they think of us
Especially when we come running
Aiming at their heads with a bat.
You Can't Write a Poem About Zombies
by John Bieszczad - 8th grade
Crispy and cheesy
Both hot and spicy at once
Tons of good toppings
Nachos
by Griffin LaHaye - 8th grade