With the weather cold and exams a curse, I sought to convey my thoughts in verse. Stumped was I when I first set out,

As I knew not what to write about.

With storms and study on my mind,

And problems of a million kinds,

I set out on a walk reflective,

Of my mood so introspective.

Hands thrust in my pockets deep,

I trotted quickly, content to keep,

Time with the music in my ears

Which drowned out crowds of people near. “Twas evident the season turn’d,

As it was easy to discern,

Every snowflake in the sun, Winking merrily in unison.

A smile drew upon my face,

Much to my surprise.

It appeared my mouth had much enjoyed, The wanderings of my eyes.

I smothered quickly that hint of joy,

So those around would not suspect,

My silly smiles were not of joy

But inferior intellect.

But I couldn’t contain it; this joyous day, Seem’d to have put rubber on my shoes. A bounce was added to my gait,

Which I was powerless to lose.

How bizarre I must have looked to those, About their business for the day,

A jolly man of twenty one,

Prone to skip and to sashay.

I hadn’t gone a few steps more

(Or were they leaps? I am unsure)

When the music stopped within my head,

And I glanced unto my iPod — dead.

Lo, I heard music sweeter still,

That of babes upon the hill.

Not Wayne and Garth’s babes, nor Bill and Ted’s, But children fast upon their sleds.

Squealing brightly through ride’s end,

With each bump and bounce and turn and bend.

Returning home, my spirits lifted, Rosy cheeked and quick with pen, The first few verses I wrote down

Universally speaking: A humble request

Verily I remembered them.

Revisiting now, with gentle heart

I-tear my fond stanzas apart.

I chastise the rhyme and decry the purpose, And wonder when what I meant will surface. Those happy memories are soon forgotten When I look upon my work as rotten.

A plea I make, from me to you — Let me destroy your work, as I can do!

Send your submissions, word or art,

I will waste no time when I tear them apart. Creative content do we seek,

For our creative issue, out next week!

If you are embarrassed by what you put in verse, Fear not; the editor has done worse.

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Deadline for the Cadre creative issue is Wednesday, Dec. 12, 2007.

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