Elevator at the ground floor
with doors yawning wide-
the football team wondered...
would a car fit inside?
They had the perfect target-
a principal hated by all;
proud of his new Mini Cooper-
fast, trendy, and very very small.
So after the first morning bell
conspirators gathered at the gym;
rolled his Mini up to the lift,
opened the door and pushed it in.
With a groan the cables broke:
the elevator plunged out of sight.
A tremendous crash came from below-
the football team fled in fright.
A crane was called in, but no means could be found
to lift the Mini from it's stainless steel grave.
It lies there still, a monument to all;
quietly rusting away in a man-made cave.
And, as for the boys? Of course they were caught;
a snickering sheriff hauled them all in.
On Friday, a substitute team took to the field
and their opponents achieved a 77-0 win.
A contest entry
- It Is Time For Rhyme by Dalaney.
850 points, ended June 3, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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It sounds as though the entire school were punished for a prank that went wrong and a very expensive prank at that!
A great poem about youthful high jinks and a very angry principal, it made me smile and bought back memories of my youth
All the best in the contest...Sue




