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This will probably be my longest entry EVER. It’s pretty long.
Today we had to read our poems to the 6th graders. No pressure, just 6th graders. So I was reading my poem over to myself and everything was good. Me and Dianne were making fun of Derek’s poem cause their rhyming was bad….but funny bad. So 6th graders come and the teachers said we can start so Casey was saying that we should go first….right about there I wasn’t fully understanding what he said until he got up and I had to run to catch up. So I throw my jacket at Cynthia’s face, go up to the mic, and I face the whole crowd. I started getting really, really nervous to the point were I’m shaking. So Casey starts reading. Couple of laughs here and there. I read. Still shaking. Trying to stop shaking. Read punch line then it’s over. Great.
‘Twas the Night before Christmas Starbucks Edition
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the coffee house,
Not an espresso machine was stirring, not even a caffeine high mouse.
The mugs were hung on the hooks with great care,
In hopes that St. Starbucks soon would be there.
The coffee cups were nestled all snug in a close set,
While visions of mochas and how they make your throat wet.
And Mrs. Mocha in her whip cream, and I in my caramel frap,
Had just settled our coffee for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the sidewalk arose such a clatter,
I hopped out of the cabinet to see what’s the matter.
Away to the window I rolled like a ball,
Tore open the blinders with a great squall.
The moon on the grinders of coffee-stained glow,
Gave the luster of mid-day to the counters below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight coffee bean-deer.
With an aroma so lively that ranked up big bucks,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Starbucks.
More rapid than customers his beans they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now Grande! Now, Venti! Now, Cappuccino and Frappucino!
On, Espresso! On, Macchiato! On, Cocoa and Latte!
To the top of the roof! To the bottom of the vent!
Now dash away! Dash away with a line of descent!
Like ground coffee riched with great taste,
They delivered each coffee bean with much haste.
So down the vent the coursers they flew,
With a sleigh full of coffee beans, and St. Starbucks too.
And then, in a thump, I saw something obscene,
The dancing and bouncing of each little bean.
As I drew in my handle, and was turning around,
Down the vent St. Starbucks came with a bound.
He was dressed in all sprinkles, like a Christmas tree,
And his flavoring was all tarnished with dust and debris.
A bundle of coffee beans he had flung with a quirk,
And he looked like an employee, just beginning to work.
His canister-how they twinkled! His almonds how cheerful!
His caramel was like honey, his wrapper not fearful!
His amusing little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the foam on his chin was as white as snow.
The stump of a straw he held tight in his teeth,
And the steam it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad bottom and a little round can,
That shook when he laughed, like hot water in a pan!
He was creamy and whipped, a right jolly old java,
And I laughed when I saw him, as quick as lava!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his cap,
Soon gave me to know that I had nothing to rap.
He spoke not a word, but jumped straight to his work,
And filled all the mugs, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside his nose,
And giving a nod, up the vent he rose!
He sprung to his sleigh, to his team he gave a shriek,
And away they all flew like a lightning fast streak.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out off sight,
“Starbucks for all, because Folgers isn’t right.
Everyone liked it I guess. Afterwards, I didn’t listen to the rest of the other poems or I just laughed at them with Dianne. When everything was done, I asked the 6th graders behind us what was their favorite and one of them said the coffee one!! LOL Oh yeah! So when we were walking out, Casey said that Ms. Quetano wanted us to send it to the local Starbucks. The poem was crap so I didn’t care.
Then at 4th period, I saw Anya at the door so I was waving at her but then I guess I had to go to Quetano’s. Then I saw Ms. Slaughter on the way and she said that they called Seattle to the Starbucks Company and they really liked it. Then I went to Quetano and they were asking about the font, and she asked for my permission to send it, and she told me that Ms. Slaughter was going to Kinkos…and all this other stuff. She told me a lot of things so I don’t remember it all. Then we just had to put our names all over the poster so they don’t steal our work and i asked what our grade was. In her exact words:
“A+ because it was phenomenal." HAHAHA i was going to laugh because that's hilarious. Go back and read it....its pretty bad.
So pretty much, Quetano read it to Starbucks, they liked it, we send it, they’ll do something with it, Ms. Slaughter goes to Kinkos, and i guess they're also going to put it in the local Starbucks near here.
I know it's just 15 minutes of fame, but the most important thing here is that we didn’t get a bad grade.