Wow.
My eyes are sore.
Life is such a bore.
But why?
May I ask
For I only know
These stupid words to show
How much of life
I am wasting
Just by writing
And parading.
I don't know why
I don't really care
But why do I sound such a bear?
Maybe I'm lonely
Maybe I'm sad
But really I'm that mad.
- Ashleigh.
Dear Diary,
Wow.
I have no idea what to say.
That was a cool poem..?
Only I can't say that because I'm not part of the audience, or the person reading this. I'm just the author. I guess today was okay. As you read in that poem, my eyes are sore. I guess that's because I'm trying to make do with Contact Lenses for summer, so I can do whatever I like. I usually find glasses easier, but what the hey!
Should I make another poem .. ?
Maybe I should.
Here goes nothing.
It's based on the story:
" The boy who cried Wolf ".
It's a weird story...
Right, here:
A boy,
One day,
Took his flock of sheep to a hilltop,
Where the grass grew fine,
And the boy was bored on the Hilltop side.
Chuckling at his foolish plan,
He cried, "WoLf! Wolf!"
Growling like a boisterous bear,
Startling the sheep,
As they hopped around like hares.
Rushing and gushing the people came,
To see the young shepard,
But no wold was seen there.
The boy shrugged and smiled,
"I frightened it away!"
The crowd cheered as the boy was full of bravery.
A few days later,
The boy sat waiting
Playing a lonesome tune on his wood-flute,
"Let's have some fun."
Chuckling at his foolish plan,
He cried once again "Wolf! Wolf!"
Flapping his arms like a headless chicken
Startling the sheep
As they zoomed into each other.
Pushing and shoving the people came,
To see the young shepard
But no wold,
Once again.
The boy shrugged and puffed out his chest,
"I scared it away!"
The town's people looked suspiciously at the boy,
Anfd returned to their duties.
The full moon was shimmering in the darkness,
The young boy was lying lazily under an apple tree,
The boy sat up
And winked at his animal colleauges.
Chuckiling once again at his foolish plan,
He cried once again "Wolf! Wolf!"
Nothing happened.
The boy sulked under the tree once again,
The sheep-dog began to bare her teeth
The soft sheep fell to the ground in dead-faints,
The dog whimpered
She scampered away in fright.
The wold saliva was dripping Plip-plip,
Falling onto the boys head,
The boy spun around,
Uh-oh.
The boy was alone with the wolf.
He scampered off clambering into the nearest tree,
He heard a munching noise
As the wolf gobbled up the sheep.
Munch-munch.
The next day,
The shepards realized that the boy had not turned up.
Shepards,
Here, there and everywhere,
Searching for the boy,
At last the found him.
Out the tree he was hauled,
Gazing at the enviorment around him,
With blood drops around him.
Apoligizing for how absurd he had been,
The boy promised,
He promised Never to cry wolf again.
The older, wiser shepards nodded in agreement.
"We know you won't." While they beamed with a cunning plan.
One sunny afternoon,
A boy was sent to feed,
"Feed the chickens!" The sheperds cried.
"Oh," The boy sighed.
Right-o. Some more stories next time... Good night. =]
Zoltoid Community Member 
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