(Untitled) -Katherine Hunt
One lone day their lives flashed before their eyes,
Not even leaving her the time for cries
for help that needed to happen quickly
for her parents then became quite sickly.
They were driving along when their lives came
to a quick end they died calling her name.
The blue car had crashed into a tall tree.
they'd a young girl who got stung by a bee.
Her mom fared the worst or maybe the best
upon impact she quickly went to rest.
Dad had the struggles greatest of them all,
he might have made it had there been a call.
One lung collapsed, with trauma to the brain.
Who'd have known it for he was in no pain.
Destiny had to live with no scars to show
the scar on her heart was all she would know.
It may seem simple it may seem easy,
Survivor guilt's hard even as baby.
Some may be happy to be alive but,
Destiny kept it all inside somewhat
of a hard thing to do. The trouble's real.
I'm sure some of you know how she must feel.
Though she was not a baby on this day,
2 years later, the price she has to pay,
Is too much for her to get at 13.
it's then she's put into foster care, mean
terrifying place where she used to live.
One plain day someone had a gift to give,
she was told of a family who wanted
her to have a chance to not be haunted
by the bad past that she kept close inside.
Now she took this chance as a chance to hide.
To hide from her past and to not turn back,
she moved quickly having not much to pack.
She was a kid so she didn't care much,
but her new strange life lacked a gentle touch.
She once had it all with all of her care,
but she hated all that she had to wear.
While poor they were, they took her to the store
there she found makeup wanting more and more.
Then quickly she gave up on her grades
Directed her focus to these new trades.
But since her new parents lacked the money,
she worked at a thrift store and sold honey.
There the cash came rolling in, well not quite,
See there were a few more things that weren't right.
Her looks didn't fit this life, not at all,
She knew she had t'change them before she'd fall.
So dyed her hair she did, tanned her great skin,
And she filmed for YouTube hoping to win.
With her success, came other surprises,
Her fame grew like her friend circle sizes.
She might not be good, but she isn't bad,
For the life she lived, she used all she had.
When she goes home and closes her wood door,
You'd think that she's out but there's more in store.
Behind her she hide her aspirations,
She hopes that there won't be complications
that don't allow her to reach these high goals.
But first try to stay off of the dance poles,
For as she now knows it so very well,
how life can be short, she hopes that the bell
that signals the end of her life won't come
for many years and reason won't be dumb.
But destiny calls her and her fate awaits her
and hopes that life gets better and better.
Now the time has come for my tale to end,
No matter what happens I'll be your friend.
Now go on Miley and don't be so shy,
but Miley, you'll lose and be forced to cry.
Bruce, you go to, but don't be too harsh,
Hope I won't have to throw you in a marsh.
(Untitled) -Emily Delaney
There once was a girl stuck in a routine
Everyday was the same, boring, old scene.
Her look hadn't changed and neither did she,
She didn't know what she wanted to be.
Her family was good with her how she was,
As long as she laughed there wasn't a buzz.
She needed a change, in look and in style.
But no one wants her to change for a while.
While stuck in confusion of what to do:
To change with her heart or follow the few
People who thought she was good as she was,
So she did what she thought everyone does.
She followed her heart and changed her whole look
She cut all her hair and her life then took
A trip down a path: expressive and new,
She felt quite different: carefree, unlike you.
She wrote to express the feelings she felt,
It helped her to vent so she wouldn't melt.
She showed all her friends, and her family too,
That she didn't care at all what they would do.
She was her own person: hair, clothes, and all.
They all were hoping that she wouldn't fall,
'Cause she had been down a dark hole before,
Of sadness and dread, of regret and more.
If only she know that changing would make
Her feel so free, it is all it would take
For her to escape the pain and the dread
Of living the life stuck inside her head.
By changing, though, she escaped these feelings
And instead was filled with a sort of healing.
One for the soul and another for mind.
But everyone else wanted to remind
Her of her old ways, for they liked those best
Regretting her choice, but cause and effect
Soon took their place as her newfound changes
Resulted in success and more wages.
She became a star, travelling the world
Like she once wished she could. She was unfurled.
Living life to the fullest, she felt free,
Laughing about, if only they could see
How happy she was because of the change.
Instead they just saw her as new and strange.
But you should not care what others may think
Just make yourself happy and take a drink.
(Untitled) -Caytlin Unhoch
It was another long day on the road,
and Bruce decided he would go and hold
onto the mic and maybe test his fame,
among a fake audience, like a game.
Once parked at the venue, he would then see
Size, shape and quality the stage may be.
He sneaks backstage, and stands awestruck when there,
Pictures the crowd with a focused stare
On the main attraction in center stage
But quickly remembers his lower wage.
backing away, his dream will not come true,
The last thing needed was for her to sue.
The stage had the popstar's name all over,
His luck required a four-leaf clover.
He asked all the guards, making sure they're set
To keep her safe like the past shows they'd met.
There was some talk among all of the guards,
That Bruce's dream had broken into shards.
The laughs and the jokes were not a new thing,
All the poor man wanted to do was sing.
The men together had proposed a bet,
And whoever fails, sings in his quartet.
Aware of this, Bruce then takes his chance,
he struts on stage and gets into his stance.
Not caring what other people will think,
He started to sing, wouldn't dare to lip sync.
And in that moment, his real dream shone through
The next moment passed and confidence flew
Higher and higher as he jumped with glee,
He found that it was on an MP3.
He stormed off stage, but found he was too late,
The song was shown to her, and sealed his fate.
His head hung low because of his shame,
Knowing he will never earn the same fame
Miley looked up at Bruce with a big sime,
Though she did not talk, he waited a while.
"I'm sorry." was all the man could muster,
As the popstar sat there, looking flustered.
"Keep on with the singing and you will see,
that you can work to be famous like me."
Bruce grinned really wide, with his lips up curled,
"Maybe I can have the best of both worlds."
(Untitled) Emily Delaney, Katherine Hunt, and Caytlin Unhoch
As the telling of tales came to an end,
Tyler said, "Now, I hope we can be friends".
But as you know, I have to start to judge,
To make it better, the winner gets fudge.
As I listened to the tales I chose one
That was the best, though they were all quite fun.
But in my opinion, the best one was
By far Bruce's tale, with drama because
It captured our hearts in a short tales time,
The thing I wonder is why must you rhyme.
Now don't be despaired I tried to be fair.
I won't be upset if you want some air.
The trip overall was filled with great fun
Sharing stores was what had to be done.
Miley and Bruce, I will see you again
But Destiny Hope this will be the end.
At this the reality hit her hards,
She knew soon she'd have to walk cross her yard
Her "parents" would wonder where she had been.
And they would not believe what she had seen.
One lone day their lives flashed before their eyes,
Not even leaving her the time for cries
for help that needed to happen quickly
for her parents then became quite sickly.
They were driving along when their lives came
to a quick end they died calling her name.
The blue car had crashed into a tall tree.
they'd a young girl who got stung by a bee.
Her mom fared the worst or maybe the best
upon impact she quickly went to rest.
Dad had the struggles greatest of them all,
he might have made it had there been a call.
One lung collapsed, with trauma to the brain.
Who'd have known it for he was in no pain.
Destiny had to live with no scars to show
the scar on her heart was all she would know.
It may seem simple it may seem easy,
Survivor guilt's hard even as baby.
Some may be happy to be alive but,
Destiny kept it all inside somewhat
of a hard thing to do. The trouble's real.
I'm sure some of you know how she must feel.
Though she was not a baby on this day,
2 years later, the price she has to pay,
Is too much for her to get at 13.
it's then she's put into foster care, mean
terrifying place where she used to live.
One plain day someone had a gift to give,
she was told of a family who wanted
her to have a chance to not be haunted
by the bad past that she kept close inside.
Now she took this chance as a chance to hide.
To hide from her past and to not turn back,
she moved quickly having not much to pack.
She was a kid so she didn't care much,
but her new strange life lacked a gentle touch.
She once had it all with all of her care,
but she hated all that she had to wear.
While poor they were, they took her to the store
there she found makeup wanting more and more.
Then quickly she gave up on her grades
Directed her focus to these new trades.
But since her new parents lacked the money,
she worked at a thrift store and sold honey.
There the cash came rolling in, well not quite,
See there were a few more things that weren't right.
Her looks didn't fit this life, not at all,
She knew she had t'change them before she'd fall.
So dyed her hair she did, tanned her great skin,
And she filmed for YouTube hoping to win.
With her success, came other surprises,
Her fame grew like her friend circle sizes.
She might not be good, but she isn't bad,
For the life she lived, she used all she had.
When she goes home and closes her wood door,
You'd think that she's out but there's more in store.
Behind her she hide her aspirations,
She hopes that there won't be complications
that don't allow her to reach these high goals.
But first try to stay off of the dance poles,
For as she now knows it so very well,
how life can be short, she hopes that the bell
that signals the end of her life won't come
for many years and reason won't be dumb.
But destiny calls her and her fate awaits her
and hopes that life gets better and better.
Now the time has come for my tale to end,
No matter what happens I'll be your friend.
Now go on Miley and don't be so shy,
but Miley, you'll lose and be forced to cry.
Bruce, you go to, but don't be too harsh,
Hope I won't have to throw you in a marsh.
(Untitled) -Emily Delaney
There once was a girl stuck in a routine
Everyday was the same, boring, old scene.
Her look hadn't changed and neither did she,
She didn't know what she wanted to be.
Her family was good with her how she was,
As long as she laughed there wasn't a buzz.
She needed a change, in look and in style.
But no one wants her to change for a while.
While stuck in confusion of what to do:
To change with her heart or follow the few
People who thought she was good as she was,
So she did what she thought everyone does.
She followed her heart and changed her whole look
She cut all her hair and her life then took
A trip down a path: expressive and new,
She felt quite different: carefree, unlike you.
She wrote to express the feelings she felt,
It helped her to vent so she wouldn't melt.
She showed all her friends, and her family too,
That she didn't care at all what they would do.
She was her own person: hair, clothes, and all.
They all were hoping that she wouldn't fall,
'Cause she had been down a dark hole before,
Of sadness and dread, of regret and more.
If only she know that changing would make
Her feel so free, it is all it would take
For her to escape the pain and the dread
Of living the life stuck inside her head.
By changing, though, she escaped these feelings
And instead was filled with a sort of healing.
One for the soul and another for mind.
But everyone else wanted to remind
Her of her old ways, for they liked those best
Regretting her choice, but cause and effect
Soon took their place as her newfound changes
Resulted in success and more wages.
She became a star, travelling the world
Like she once wished she could. She was unfurled.
Living life to the fullest, she felt free,
Laughing about, if only they could see
How happy she was because of the change.
Instead they just saw her as new and strange.
But you should not care what others may think
Just make yourself happy and take a drink.
(Untitled) -Caytlin Unhoch
It was another long day on the road,
and Bruce decided he would go and hold
onto the mic and maybe test his fame,
among a fake audience, like a game.
Once parked at the venue, he would then see
Size, shape and quality the stage may be.
He sneaks backstage, and stands awestruck when there,
Pictures the crowd with a focused stare
On the main attraction in center stage
But quickly remembers his lower wage.
backing away, his dream will not come true,
The last thing needed was for her to sue.
The stage had the popstar's name all over,
His luck required a four-leaf clover.
He asked all the guards, making sure they're set
To keep her safe like the past shows they'd met.
There was some talk among all of the guards,
That Bruce's dream had broken into shards.
The laughs and the jokes were not a new thing,
All the poor man wanted to do was sing.
The men together had proposed a bet,
And whoever fails, sings in his quartet.
Aware of this, Bruce then takes his chance,
he struts on stage and gets into his stance.
Not caring what other people will think,
He started to sing, wouldn't dare to lip sync.
And in that moment, his real dream shone through
The next moment passed and confidence flew
Higher and higher as he jumped with glee,
He found that it was on an MP3.
He stormed off stage, but found he was too late,
The song was shown to her, and sealed his fate.
His head hung low because of his shame,
Knowing he will never earn the same fame
Miley looked up at Bruce with a big sime,
Though she did not talk, he waited a while.
"I'm sorry." was all the man could muster,
As the popstar sat there, looking flustered.
"Keep on with the singing and you will see,
that you can work to be famous like me."
Bruce grinned really wide, with his lips up curled,
"Maybe I can have the best of both worlds."
(Untitled) Emily Delaney, Katherine Hunt, and Caytlin Unhoch
As the telling of tales came to an end,
Tyler said, "Now, I hope we can be friends".
But as you know, I have to start to judge,
To make it better, the winner gets fudge.
As I listened to the tales I chose one
That was the best, though they were all quite fun.
But in my opinion, the best one was
By far Bruce's tale, with drama because
It captured our hearts in a short tales time,
The thing I wonder is why must you rhyme.
Now don't be despaired I tried to be fair.
I won't be upset if you want some air.
The trip overall was filled with great fun
Sharing stores was what had to be done.
Miley and Bruce, I will see you again
But Destiny Hope this will be the end.
At this the reality hit her hards,
She knew soon she'd have to walk cross her yard
Her "parents" would wonder where she had been.
And they would not believe what she had seen.
The Canterbury Tales Project - Tom DiSorbo (Broker), Nick Mcgough (Felon), Rithya Claude (Hobo)
Introduction
One day on a bus three men did sit,
jumping around with every bump they hit.
They were prison bound, the three dismal men,
with reasons different, a matter of when,
how, where, and why were truly what changed.
The driver sat there growing quite deranged
by boredom, the beast, gnawing inside.
He thought of a game to make it abide,
a challenge for those in the back of his cart.
To tell the tale of their arrest as art,
The reason he said, was to earn their right,
the top bunk, he said, where they'd spend the night.
They complied with glee, challenge accepted,
each one of them ready to win that bed.
The convict, the broker, the hobo too,
all agreed to tell a tale that they knew.
They set to it right, without much delay,
should they wait too long they'd sleep with no pay.
The business man first, eager to start it,
sure that his story would sure be a hit.
The Broker
The businessman of Wall Street origin,
sat tall and strong for a man so thin.
Sitting straight so as to no ruffle up,
his Brioni suit, without a hiccup.
He had no worry on his face at all,
but waited to give his lawyer a call.
He checked his rolex and brushed back his hair,
he had left no evidence anywhere
of his laundering, such a piece of cake,
arrest was surely some mistake.
He had been sleeping, laying down at rest,
when the police man had called him a pest,
for painting the mayor bright red in the face.
"Wow," he said, "this will make quite the case."
He smugly thought nothing of the arrest.
It couldn't be real, but simply a test.
He was too powerful, too rich to cool,
he'd be out real quick, then go to his pool.
Then back to Wall Street to do broker stuf,
then to the tailor to fix his torn cuff.
A great big ego for such a small man,
you never could see him without a plan.
The Convict
She has been in jail, more often than out
And it has been said she does just about
Every kind of harsh and twisted crime
But she has to pay for her acts in time
And can no longer use her baseball bat.
On top of her head lays a holey hat
That lays on her frizzy hair on her head,
As well as a handkerchief of blood red
That goes around her large and manly throat;
And she is covered in a leather coat.
Now without owning a personal place,
Or without any kind of form grace.
Plus she doesn't like being with others
And she has no mother or brothers,
So she lives in her jail cell all alone.
She acts as if she was a programmed drone,
Her program includes breaking all the rules,
Breaking and smashing without any tools.
Also with her large and abnormal shape,
And all kinds of people would stare and gape,
They were thinking she was more like a man,
With the thought of a mischievous plan.
Rather than a large and grown adult girl,
Who wishes she had a ring with a pearl.
The Homeless Guy
This man may be seen on all of the streets,
he is so poor, he cannot afford treats.
To begin the day, he walks through the park,
it empties so fast, you think it is dark.
A man on a mission, he stands quite tall,
wearing a garbage bag cloak, trash and all.
Undergarment for warmth, and somehow still white,
he's worn it for years, and all through the night.
Finishing off his quite regal attire,
fingerless gloves, found in a burning tire.
A long crazy beard he wore every day,
it rode by his knees, judge him if you may.
To compliment that, was only one car,
The other he lost in a fight last year.
He stubbornly sought to battle a bird,
complying to thoughts that only he heard.
For he was arrested by the police,
because he was a pest and would not cease.
It all started on a regular day,
he ordered a hotdog and could not pay.
He had made a scene with the hotdog guy,
starting a battle, and making him cry.
The hobo as crazy as a stray cat
he could start a fight with a sewage rat.
The Convict's Story
It's my turn, and I would like to say first,
that this definitely won't be the worst,
and also the fact that you see me wrong.
I'm not a man, but a girl who is strong.
Anyways this is my brief novel,
and I assure you it is not awful.
So it begins on an average day,
when I went to a really boring play.
Here I met this interesting male,
but I would call him one pointy nail.
He would call me names sweet honey,
as he went through and exchanged his money.
But this new relationship was short lived.
The ending means I would soon be deprived,
of what I needed most in my life,
and I was not considered a wife.
He left with my investments and my heart,
I have to now begin from the start,
With not a man or another soul,
it was if I switched to the other pole,
and I would soon start the life I have now,
and I wish I did not know how.
But I managed to figure it all out,
as I soon began to search and scout.
But one day I found this one old man,
with not any kind of a life plan,
as he sat on the side of the road,
speaking in some strange form of code.
With a child wrapped in a garbage bag,
and how there wasn't any kind of tag,
to show that he was more than just trash,
that may wiggle around inside and thrash.
So I took my wooden baseball bat,
I began to smash his worn and torn hat.
It seemed like someone dropped some jelly,
and all that was left was a round belly,
I left the young and innocent child.
Who laid on the road crazy and wild.
I took everything that I wanted,
and from this I will always be haunted.
And now I regret what I did to him,
and from all of this I sit here grim.
But this time for something i didn't do,
and now I am always feeling blue.
And now after feeling all of this,
I now realize that I really do miss,
the fabulous way I was living,
and the fact that I now hate giving.
But now I am right here where I sit,
and I hope this was seen as a hit...
The Broker's Story
The broker was the first to speak right out, [missing text]
Prologue - Alessandra Santacroce, Emma Kryzanski, Sarah O'Hazo, Emily Sigan
New York City, where the people move quick
With places to go the traffic is thick.
Different types of people all around
It's easy to make friends when you come to town.
One good place to meet is Central Park
Where strangers come together to embark.
Enter raffles to go on vacation
The fun they'd have while in a new nation.
To catch their breath or to even start over
This isn't a wish on a four leaf clover.
However, four people enter this game,
Neither one of them are the very same.
They all won a trip to a special land,
Where they can relax with their toes in sand.
They will tell their stories about their lives,
Which story will win, which one will arise?
The prize at stake is the best housing rooms,
The rest of the three gets the dust and the brooms.
Sadly only one of them can master
Which is the one who wins my heart faster?
So who is the telling actor?
I, the agent, the deciding factor.
The Lawyer-Alessandra Santacroce
The Lawyer's a very determined man
When it comes to arguing, he sure can.
A briefcase and cell-phone always in hand
The most reliable of all the land.
Always seen wearing a suit and a tie
The hard-working man was a trusted guy.
Overwhelmed with a lot of work per day
He needed a vacation by the bay
One day he needed to go for a walk
But went to the park to have a small talk
Ran into someone who said they could help,
The news that he heard made him scream out, "Welp!"
Excited as a kid on Christmas Day
He knew he was going to get away.
His personality would surely shine
His cleanly shaven beard made him look fine.
Physically fit he didn't need to work out
He'd be in great shape for the trip no doubt.
Although serious he could be thrilling
His presence made the trip quite fulfilling.
Miley Cyrus-Emily Sigan
Here's her story about her life in plain.
She was innocent but now she likes chains.
She swings on wrecking balls and licks hammers.
She lives with riches, money, and glamour.
All her life she's been a famous singer,
She started off slow and now she lingers.
She used to be a girl loved by the world,
But now people think she's twisted and curled.
Miley being Hannah is all they see,
But she says to them all, that is not me.
She changed her life and cut her hair,
She knows what people say and does not care.
People think she lost her grace, poise, and pride,
But they should know there is another side.
They say she's as crazy as a monkey,
She is the rainbow that is so funky.
She entered this raffle for this free trip,
She needed to get away from the quips.
She may have changed but she is still the same,
Some people think that she is just a game.
Some people say she belongs in a zoo,
She's crazy insane, but what can she do?
The Student-Emma Kryzanski
The student stood a mere 5 foot 2,
glasses on her nose just a bit askew.
Wearing a warm wool scarf and a long sweater,
you can't find a student with a style better.
Her dark brown hair flows just past her shoulders,
Her bright blue eyes as bold as boulders.
She was a firefly, studying all the night,
Most motivated, gives all of her might.
She is always found with a book in hand,
whether it be for school or for the sand.
Her determination is sought by all,
it's what'll get her higher than other dolls
To strangers, her presence is quite quiet
But among friends, she is such a riot.
She comes to this adventure seeking peace,
after the final exams that just ceased.
With a cheerful smile painted on her face,
and a light backpack and a large red suitcase,
she meets with the others, ready to go.
Will all her tales top those of her worthy foe?
The Hobo-Sarah O'Hazo
A man who is so hostile and grumpy
and he happens to be very frumpy,
while wearing a shirt that is so time worn
and a pair of jeans ripped and badly torn.
A face that has gone greatly unshaven
with straight, greasy black as a raven.
He likes to walk on the railroad train tracks
Carrying his belongings on his back.
He has yet to even take a shower
And doesn't smell like a lush sunflower.
A hobo sleeping at night in a box
away from the city behind the rocks.
His outward expression is very rude
because he has a nasty attitude.
Even though he can be quite funny
He is still broke without any money.
When he smiles he is missing a front tooth
His overall appearance scares the youth.
On both feet are shoes with no laces
And he doesn't get many embraces.
New York City, where the people move quick
With places to go the traffic is thick.
Different types of people all around
It's easy to make friends when you come to town.
One good place to meet is Central Park
Where strangers come together to embark.
Enter raffles to go on vacation
The fun they'd have while in a new nation.
To catch their breath or to even start over
This isn't a wish on a four leaf clover.
However, four people enter this game,
Neither one of them are the very same.
They all won a trip to a special land,
Where they can relax with their toes in sand.
They will tell their stories about their lives,
Which story will win, which one will arise?
The prize at stake is the best housing rooms,
The rest of the three gets the dust and the brooms.
Sadly only one of them can master
Which is the one who wins my heart faster?
So who is the telling actor?
I, the agent, the deciding factor.
The Lawyer-Alessandra Santacroce
The Lawyer's a very determined man
When it comes to arguing, he sure can.
A briefcase and cell-phone always in hand
The most reliable of all the land.
Always seen wearing a suit and a tie
The hard-working man was a trusted guy.
Overwhelmed with a lot of work per day
He needed a vacation by the bay
One day he needed to go for a walk
But went to the park to have a small talk
Ran into someone who said they could help,
The news that he heard made him scream out, "Welp!"
Excited as a kid on Christmas Day
He knew he was going to get away.
His personality would surely shine
His cleanly shaven beard made him look fine.
Physically fit he didn't need to work out
He'd be in great shape for the trip no doubt.
Although serious he could be thrilling
His presence made the trip quite fulfilling.
Miley Cyrus-Emily Sigan
Here's her story about her life in plain.
She was innocent but now she likes chains.
She swings on wrecking balls and licks hammers.
She lives with riches, money, and glamour.
All her life she's been a famous singer,
She started off slow and now she lingers.
She used to be a girl loved by the world,
But now people think she's twisted and curled.
Miley being Hannah is all they see,
But she says to them all, that is not me.
She changed her life and cut her hair,
She knows what people say and does not care.
People think she lost her grace, poise, and pride,
But they should know there is another side.
They say she's as crazy as a monkey,
She is the rainbow that is so funky.
She entered this raffle for this free trip,
She needed to get away from the quips.
She may have changed but she is still the same,
Some people think that she is just a game.
Some people say she belongs in a zoo,
She's crazy insane, but what can she do?
The Student-Emma Kryzanski
The student stood a mere 5 foot 2,
glasses on her nose just a bit askew.
Wearing a warm wool scarf and a long sweater,
you can't find a student with a style better.
Her dark brown hair flows just past her shoulders,
Her bright blue eyes as bold as boulders.
She was a firefly, studying all the night,
Most motivated, gives all of her might.
She is always found with a book in hand,
whether it be for school or for the sand.
Her determination is sought by all,
it's what'll get her higher than other dolls
To strangers, her presence is quite quiet
But among friends, she is such a riot.
She comes to this adventure seeking peace,
after the final exams that just ceased.
With a cheerful smile painted on her face,
and a light backpack and a large red suitcase,
she meets with the others, ready to go.
Will all her tales top those of her worthy foe?
The Hobo-Sarah O'Hazo
A man who is so hostile and grumpy
and he happens to be very frumpy,
while wearing a shirt that is so time worn
and a pair of jeans ripped and badly torn.
A face that has gone greatly unshaven
with straight, greasy black as a raven.
He likes to walk on the railroad train tracks
Carrying his belongings on his back.
He has yet to even take a shower
And doesn't smell like a lush sunflower.
A hobo sleeping at night in a box
away from the city behind the rocks.
His outward expression is very rude
because he has a nasty attitude.
Even though he can be quite funny
He is still broke without any money.
When he smiles he is missing a front tooth
His overall appearance scares the youth.
On both feet are shoes with no laces
And he doesn't get many embraces.
Prologue - Allyson Fecteau, Daniella Giese, and Ailene Berry
Here begins the tale, a true disaster
It couldn't have happened any faster.
On the way to the largest frozen state,
They were brought together by chance of fate.
one looking or oil to tan her skin,
Another looking for secrets within.
Lastly the two who know the vessel best,
Desired to see the cause of unrest.
When they came to provide their assistance,
The door slammed shut, without much resistance.
All of them locked in the boiler room,
Trapped in the heat, they felt it was a tomb.
Stories were told to quicken the hours,
Much to their dismay, the air was sour.
An offer was made for the best tale told,
A free cruise was theirs if they won the gold.
All of them desperately wanted the prize,
A fire burning in all of their eyes.
No one knows who will be the winner,
The victor is chosen before dinner.
Teenage Girl - Allyson Fecteau
Her bleach blonde hair fell right to her shoulder.
The glares she shot could not have been colder.
She did not let her iPhone leave her side,
It was not hard to see her skin was fried.
Way too much sun she let onto her skin,
It was so red, she was a lobster's twin.
Her leggings were tight to her legs and butt,
When she stood her hip always seemed to jut.
To her, the ugg boots were a fashion must,
Her fingernails were the color of rust.
She was the first to stab you in the back,
All that she does with her friends is talk smack.
She is lost without her cell reception,
And this moment was not an exception.
She got lost looking for tanning oil,
She had a plan that no one could foil.
All of her time before she reached the port,
Would be spent playing in a sunny sport.
That was the thought until the door slammed shut,
She got a sinking feeling in her gut.
Rose Dawson - Ailene Berry
A lady with green eyes and hair of gray,
Her smile offered more to her display.
Her hobbies were rather strange to us all,
She was obsessed with the Titanic's fall.
She kept charts and books - she knew it by heart,
Somehow convinced that she had played a part.
But alas, she was a mere fan of such,
An inkling that she didn't know so much.
She wore clothing devoted to the cause,
She acted quite smug, looking for applause.
Twas' obvious how she suddenly felt,
For she was happy to be in the melt.
In this boiler room, for she was trapped,
Her pretty eyes lit up, her mind was apt.
She knew the old story, her heart would pound,
How the Titanic's room was fully drowned.
And there she was, in the same room herself,
Her eyes then searched around the foreign shelves.
She was looking all about and found it,
The room where the Titanic met its grit.
Untitled - Daniella Giese
The worker was native to the cold weather.
To keep warm he wore boots of leather.
Born into a tribe, Atka was his name.
Working on the ship he was charged with games,
And lots of other fun activities.
Very short and stocky in build was he.
Always covered in fur and skin from seal,
He only ate fish for his dinner meal.
He hid tan muscles beneath his fur coat,
He was so quiet, unlikely to gloat.
Atka had a pet penguin back at home.
No one knew how it had managed to roam
So far from its home at the Southern Pole.
Loved by the whole tribe, Atka named him Kol.
Struck with wanderlust, he longed to travel.
To stay still meant his soul would unravel.
He found a job on a vacation ship
And found working overtime earned him tips.
Which is why when he heard of disarray,
He went to help out, on that fateful day.
Here begins the tale, a true disaster
It couldn't have happened any faster.
On the way to the largest frozen state,
They were brought together by chance of fate.
one looking or oil to tan her skin,
Another looking for secrets within.
Lastly the two who know the vessel best,
Desired to see the cause of unrest.
When they came to provide their assistance,
The door slammed shut, without much resistance.
All of them locked in the boiler room,
Trapped in the heat, they felt it was a tomb.
Stories were told to quicken the hours,
Much to their dismay, the air was sour.
An offer was made for the best tale told,
A free cruise was theirs if they won the gold.
All of them desperately wanted the prize,
A fire burning in all of their eyes.
No one knows who will be the winner,
The victor is chosen before dinner.
Teenage Girl - Allyson Fecteau
Her bleach blonde hair fell right to her shoulder.
The glares she shot could not have been colder.
She did not let her iPhone leave her side,
It was not hard to see her skin was fried.
Way too much sun she let onto her skin,
It was so red, she was a lobster's twin.
Her leggings were tight to her legs and butt,
When she stood her hip always seemed to jut.
To her, the ugg boots were a fashion must,
Her fingernails were the color of rust.
She was the first to stab you in the back,
All that she does with her friends is talk smack.
She is lost without her cell reception,
And this moment was not an exception.
She got lost looking for tanning oil,
She had a plan that no one could foil.
All of her time before she reached the port,
Would be spent playing in a sunny sport.
That was the thought until the door slammed shut,
She got a sinking feeling in her gut.
Rose Dawson - Ailene Berry
A lady with green eyes and hair of gray,
Her smile offered more to her display.
Her hobbies were rather strange to us all,
She was obsessed with the Titanic's fall.
She kept charts and books - she knew it by heart,
Somehow convinced that she had played a part.
But alas, she was a mere fan of such,
An inkling that she didn't know so much.
She wore clothing devoted to the cause,
She acted quite smug, looking for applause.
Twas' obvious how she suddenly felt,
For she was happy to be in the melt.
In this boiler room, for she was trapped,
Her pretty eyes lit up, her mind was apt.
She knew the old story, her heart would pound,
How the Titanic's room was fully drowned.
And there she was, in the same room herself,
Her eyes then searched around the foreign shelves.
She was looking all about and found it,
The room where the Titanic met its grit.
Untitled - Daniella Giese
The worker was native to the cold weather.
To keep warm he wore boots of leather.
Born into a tribe, Atka was his name.
Working on the ship he was charged with games,
And lots of other fun activities.
Very short and stocky in build was he.
Always covered in fur and skin from seal,
He only ate fish for his dinner meal.
He hid tan muscles beneath his fur coat,
He was so quiet, unlikely to gloat.
Atka had a pet penguin back at home.
No one knew how it had managed to roam
So far from its home at the Southern Pole.
Loved by the whole tribe, Atka named him Kol.
Struck with wanderlust, he longed to travel.
To stay still meant his soul would unravel.
He found a job on a vacation ship
And found working overtime earned him tips.
Which is why when he heard of disarray,
He went to help out, on that fateful day.