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The Quilting of 1014 by Ted

Our tween writing camp started quite jolly, For at 8:40 arrived musical Molly.

“Students arriving early,” Ted thought. “Just my luck!” And four minutes later arrived Diego Duck.

Over the next fifteen they started to show, Then to everyone’s shock came Edgar Allan Poe.

“Should we dance?” Ted asked to juicing Xiu Ling. “We seem to have formed a nice dancing ring.”

Ms. Maki hoped Ted could in Japanese train Troy, who’s a boy, and his sweet sister, Lane.

“I was here for five minutes.” Is Ted’s eyesight so hazy? More likely's the fact that Leo is lazy.

We walked up to 1014, passed out composition books. “Writing is fun!” Ted said; students exchanged sour looks.

Five minutes we had for our name rhymes, alliteration. Ivan had none; lack of motivation?

We played the name game and regal was Queenie But few seemed to know Jacaranda’s a tree.

Day one, Ivan and Jack were the most frequent talkers, But when we read morning pages, Gordon gave us some shockers.

Jack asked, “Who’s Dickens?” And t’was like shooting in a barrel “Oliver Twist” spoke one. Matthew bellowed, “Christmas Carol!”

At 10:40 we deconstructed how good writing is built: Potter’s jelly beans and a patchwork quilt.

Leads that hook, Hershey kisses of romance, Who knew that Twix was so full of violence?

On break ‘tweens queued at vending machines to order; Edgar said his true club’s south of the border.

We echoed George Ella Lyon’s “Where I’m From” poem, Because of time only Edgar, Ivan could show ‘em.

We were late getting out, “No Street Cred” Ted felt some guilt But the future’s upon us, so let’s write some quilt.