the moral of the story is that in 10th grade i was basically an amazing poet.

A Strange Encounter

Ashley Bagley

I enter a room and what do I see,

But seven small monsters there staring at me.

What do they want and why are they here?

My mother said, “Darling it’s nothing to fear.

It’s only the gremlins, from the cave down the street.

They’re trying to be social, and that’s quite a feat.

They came bringing goodies--a cockroach pie.

And one of them offered me his furthest right eye.

Just be polite, you must ask for a slice.

But don’t be ridiculous and ask for it twice.”

“Mother, you’re kidding, you can’t be for real!

A real-life old gremlin is something you kill!

They mustn’t stay here and be-come our friend

For death and destruction is how we will end!

They are never as gentle and kind as they seem.

This whole act is just one big gremlin scheme!”

I realized this problem couldn’t be worse,

Just then those small creatures began to disperse.

“WE DID IT, WE DID IT!” Those monsters didn’t win.

I unwelcomed those beasts, is that such a sin?

I pondered about the day, quite extreme,

And then I awoke to find it a dream.