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Story of My Life

I shot out of my mother like an aerodynamic football
I had big toes like Cheetos
My head was squishy and my heart was beating

At twelve years old I attended Brookwood School with Richard Nixon
I embraced and loved all the classes especially sixth grade history
In eighth grade I ate a kid died from a sailing purple Kielbasa #death
He went to heaven in a knot with pork juice read more

Hashtag Brookwood

Hashtag Brookwood

There once was a squishy heart
With no toes
Who fell in love with purple Cheetos
Richard Nixon who was very aerodynamic
Drank some juice, ate some pork, and listened to the song sail in a panic
He embraced his mother and tied the knot with Kielbasa
He felt his hate for football and shavassana
And after his death he went to heaven read more

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My heart loves Richard Nixon
Purple heart juice tastes like my mothers toes
Embrace Richard Nixon and his squishy aerodynamic Cheetos
Brookwood is heaven and Richard Nixon is kielbasa love.
Sail down the path of Richard Nixon til death
Richard Nixon is my mother’s favorite football player. He’s ties pork in knots to show love for my mother.
Praise Richard read more

Second Place Winner: To Be or Not To Be

Hate is a four letter word.
But my squishy football is not.
Sail is a four letter word.
But Death is not.
Richard Nixon is not a four letter word, because he is Richard Nixon.
Heaven is not a four letter word,
but pork is, and i’ll be finxin’.
Toes is also a four letter word,
but Mother, Juice, Heart, Hash-tag, Kielbasa, Cheetos, and Aerodynamic can’t play.
Brookwood is not a four letter word because Brookwood is a school, hooray.
Embrace and purple are not four letters words, or places.
Here’s our poem, I hope you like our Volan Faces. read more

First Place Winner! Deathgate

Richard Nixon eats his Cheetos,
As he awaits his death,
And his trip to heaven.
His toes, purple with love,
Are squishy.
The sail of his heart, was filled with hate.
Hashtag aerodynamic
The kielbasa, juice, and pork,
His mother had made him for dinner,
Was not enough to tie off the knot left in his stomach.
He would always remember the embraces
With his football teammates at Brookwood School
Those are the memories that would stick with him
As he slowly wilts away,
deathgate. read more

Delphinus poem

There’s more to life than a lost juice machine, kielbasa, squishy pork, or cheetos
There’s love, there’s hate, there’s death, and there’s Brookwood
You could saill the world all the way to the purple skies of heavens, while your toes dip through the clouds
You could even meet Richard nixon, or his mother
So take your mind out of this knot, and streamline your heart with the aerodynamics of love
Hashtag this isn’t football sunday anymore, you must embrace this life! read more

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