The Class of 10SCHE

You would have seen this poem on Ms. Wilson's Wiki, and if you are in my class, would have heard it read out loud, too. This is a poem about our class, written by me. It is kind of lame and works way better when read aloud, but I think it's okay. I mean, Ms. Wilson laughed at some of the jokes, that means it's got to be good, doesn't it? Our English teacher got us all thinking about where we will be in the future- about who we will be, and what we will be doing. It's fair to say that everyone really enjoyed it. Even though the future it's confusing and frustrating and scary, it's also exciting. That is why I wrote a poem about our class reunion sometime in the future. No matter how surreal it seems, there is going to be life after school (we just have to live through NCEA, first).
Happy reading!

It was time for the high school reunion of the class of 10SCHE.
No, that doesn’t rhyme with anything.

In stumbled a person with white powder on their nose.
It was Frankie, the drug lord,
Thank goodness she remembered clothes.

Who should come in next?
But the Dr. Who himself.
Oh no, it was just Seamus
Get the poor guy some help
Just joking Seamus, put the screwdriver down, it’s super cool that you can travel through space and time.

Eve was trying to enrol everyone to vote,
While Drew was showing off his newest scars from a stoat.
Hilary bounded in; the best Silver Fern,
Followed by Grace, a doctor’s intern.

Brennyn was belly dancing on the floor,
When the sound of babies came through the door.
Eight crawled on in, as cute as can be,
Followed by their mum, no one other than Bree.

Emelia was selling houses that Gabrielle built.
And Luke was dancing around in a kilt.
That Luke guy had started a kids’ show in Scotland
And was now launching his own sippy-cup brand.

Yes, Emelia’s white-toothed smile covered the city
On cards and signs and billboards
They were almost as common as the large number of work men
Found in the back of Gab’s Ford.

Tash was endorsing some facial cream
As Scott walked in looking healthy and lean
‘Something has changed,’ one person said.
‘Yeah, I’ve given up pie and do yoga instead.’

Bobbie was a deep-sea diver
And Erica was a great mountain climber
In between tellings of heroic tales
Rory told of his time at Yale.

Bobbie in flippers
And Erica in boots,
The owl on Rory’s shoulder gave a long hoot
‘I’m Harry Potter,’ he cackled then ran into a wall
But deep down inside, aren’t we all?

Aleisha swanned in
Wearing the most beautiful coat
While Taylor walked in,
Pulling a goat.
‘I love cheese!’ He called, ‘Anyone feel like feta?’
‘Ah,’ Stephanie sighed, ‘when it comes to life, it just doesn’t get better.’

Cassandra strode in, clad in white chemist’s gear
Just back from World Laboratory Foyer
You know who is next,
World-renowned Lauren the lawyer!
She was so good she got Courtney R. out of jail
For violently protesting the rights of the whale.

Zane worked as a dermatologist in New York and
Steen had developed a self popping cork.
Courtney R. yelled, ‘Where’s the music at?’
‘Ha!’ They replied, ‘We’re so over that!’

Courtney M. was telling Josh of her time in Tanzania; her career away from home
While the young man just couldn’t stop stroking his trombone.
‘Play us a song then, or I’ll have a fit.’
‘I don’t know how to play!’ He yelled, ‘I just like to touch it!’

You see, Josh was a co-star on Luke’s show The Lukenator
A show Vinay had designed the set for.
Yes, he was one of the best interior designers
While Isaac had formed a union for miners.

Chelsea had entered, and was analysing everything
And while this was happening, Cerise began to sing.
‘She’s coming, she’s coming, Ms. Wilson is here!’
And into the room came the object of our mutual fear.

None of us wanted to get into trouble,
And if we were unsuccessful, we’d have detention on the double
But there she was, no sign of age we could see
Now, come on Ms. Wilson, give us an E!