The assignment was to write a poem called The Legend of (inanimate object), I chose the leg on my desk. This doesn’t really make much sense on it’s own because it’s a spin off assignment to something else we had to write which I don’t have, but it involved me making a pact with the leg of my desk to sneak into the school and rescue it.
The other day Mrs. Shah gave us a test,
Write a story as if you were the leg of your desk.
I wrote about being able to converse with it
And that I would come back at midnight to steal it.
Everyone laughed but little did I know,
The leg took it seriously and expected me to show.
The next day I opened my notebook and read:
“Where were you yesterday? I was full of dread.”
I replied by writing: “wait, do you really have thoughts?”
This was an answer I desperately sought.
I waited for a response and then my hand started writing,
I wrote down “of course I can, now stop your lying.
You know I can that’s why you promised to save me.
You’d better come tonight or you’ll soon hit your knee.”
I disregarded all this as minor schizophrenia,
And got up to leave because I couldn’t take the mania.
As I stood up I was terrified to see
That my leg got stuck on the leg, and I fell on my knee.
I sat back down and saw written:
“Make sure you get me tonight or I’ll see to it you are bitten.”
Once again I ignored the leg’s pleas to break in,
And the next day I was bitten by a chameleon.
So I left my house at midnight and headed for the school,
The whole time I was doing it I felt like a fool.
I got up to room 311 and opened the door,
The leg was not there, it had been sawed off,
As I pondered who could have taken it I heard a cough
I look down the hall and to my surprise,
I see the leg being carried away by someone in disguise.
I get home and immediately have to leave for school,
When creative writing class comes around I sit on a stool.