Ahh, More 8th Grade Memories

Here is a poem my friend and I wrote in 8th grade.
We were...bored.

Ode to Schwa

O Schwa, what art thou?

A letter of the alphabet,

A tiny little actorlet,

Or just one word: wow.

Hair that's brown with a touch of sun,

Aha! We've only just begun.

A glint of ocean in your eyes,

We see greatness despite your size.

An average sevie, you are not

Amazing skills, you have a lot;

Working a spotlight twice your size

You sing one good "Why Me" reprise.

The pack on thy back is gray, white, and black

And you don't really mind a hug attack.

Your brilliance proves you are well educated,

And you definitely aren’t overrated…

You are ever so good at drama-

More intense than a domestic llama.

And since we don’t speak Ralik or Illyrian,

We will now slip into Old Shakespearean…

Shall I compare thee to a triangular hypotenuse? Nay!

For such thing beith the longest of its kind, whereas thee beith the shortest.

And shall I end with ‘Farewell?’ Nay! For to end in such a way is ridiculous,

But to end with discombobulation is to ponder upon.

Being said, I end with two words:

Adieu, and UNCOINCIDENTIALLY!

Exit stage right and don’t forget to breathe,

~Unknown & Anonymous,

With some help from Unidentified, Nameless and Faceless.

P.S-

Though to pester and tease thee is thrilling,

To leave thee alone we are willing.

Forgive us that we’ve caused such humiliation,

Please don’t give this letter a misinterpretation.

The end. :)