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Yeah, I wrote a random poem and I'd like to know what you think 

A little game, that’s all Jane said
She didn’t understand
For all those little games, you see,
They sent her to dream land

This land was not quite normal
This land was very odd
What many of the people called it
Was, in fact Hoblodd

The people of Hoblodd were strange
But each one was different
Some would balance upside-down
Others would always hunt

Hunt for what? I hear you say
Listen closely now
Their hunts were not for animals
Their hunts were for Punchow

What are Punchow? What could they be?
Just think about it child!
This Hoblodd land, was the land of dreams
So dreams they hunted. How?

To hunt for dreams is very hard
You need a special net
This net is made of many things
Of rubber, mud and jet

And iron, paper, light and dark
The list goes on and on
Brick and ink and fruit and glue
And plastic and lemons

Jane tried to get herself a net
To play these hunting games
But a net, she could not get
Until she met old James

“Excuse me sir,” she said to him
“But I would like to know,
Have you a spare net, kind sir,
That I could borrow?”

“As a matter of fact,” he said
“One lovely net I have,
And I will let you borrow it,
If I get it back.”

“Of course, kind sir, of course you will
We’ll meet again tonight,
Then your net, I shall return
That is only right.”

She took the net and, with a skip
Ran off into the fields
In search of a pleasant dream
With elephants and seals.

Many a time, she threw her net
Up high into the sky
But each time, her net fell down
Without a dream inside.

Oh how the others laughed at her
As she tried and failed
“This just isn’t possible!”
Our wonderful Jane wailed.

Another dream flew by just then
Jane leaped into the air.
And with a flick, her net closed in
Whilst all the others stared

She landed gracefully back on the ground
And everybody cheered.
She took a bow to the small crowd
The time to end was near

Young Jane didn’t realised this
So she carried on.
As James stood and waited,
He sang a little song:

“Oh little Jane, so small and sweet
She was not to know,
That lovely net, she was meant to get
And soon she will go.”

James smiled as he sung this
Over and over again,
Soon the sky turned very dark
And it began to rain

By this time, Jane had caught
An awful lot of dreams
But then she stopped and she thought
I must return this net to James.

As poor Jane ran and ran
Away into the night
James sat down and waited
Soon she’d get a fright!

Jane turned the final corner,
And ran towards James
“Ah ha!” said he “’Tis you, young Jane
Come here, out of the rain.”

Slowly Jane advanced
To return James’ net
She had a bad feeling about him now
But she was getting wet.

“There now Jane, no need to fret
James has got you dear,”
He grabbed her tight and pulled her in
As Jane shook with fear

“Stupid child! You took the bait
Soon life as you know it will end
Silly Jane, do you not see?
It’s nightmares that I send.”

Finally, Jane understood
But it was too late
James took out his magic brew
She knew this wasn’t fake.

Over her, James poured the brew
And she began to sob
She shook and burned, her skin turned green
And soon she was a frog!

Slowly, Jane hopped away
And she did regret
That she had ever met old James
And took from him, his net.

She wished she’d never found this land
She hadn’t played those games.
For it was those games, you see,
That led to her meeting James!

So when you play your little games,
Just stop and have a think
About poor Jane, about old James
About your nightmares think…

Some of the words don't really rhyme, and think is written twice at the end, but oh well.

So, what do you think?

Last edited by melikecheese (2010-12-07 16:59:34)