Some Fun Limericks

There Was a Young Girl from Cancun

by Zachoia Cooper

There was a young girl from Cancun

Who said, "It's much, much too soon

To get up when the sun

Has a new day begun."

That lazy girl from Cancun

Twirling

by Abby Degnan

There once was a little girl,
Who said she was able to twirl,
She tried it twice.
She did it thrice,
But all that came out was hurl.

There Was an Old Lady from Troy

by Zachoia Cooper

There was an old lady from Troy

Who would tease and harass and annoy.

When I said "It's a nice day!"

She would say, "It's okay,

But really it's not much of a joy."

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Stars

Stars

by 

Abby Degnan

(age 14)

When I look at the stars that I see,

I gaze at the creation that God made to be

There is a sparkling reflection upon the lake,

Because he made them just for our sake.

Its a precious treasure that He lets us keep,

That cheers us up even when we weep.

Stars, tonight please don't go away,

I want you tonight to please just stay.

Sparkle and twinkle upon me,

Your elegance gives the happiness key.

You cheer us up when we're sad,

You calm us down when we're mad.

Take me away to the stars in the sky.

And make the stars sparkle so I wouldn't cry.

Beyond the stars there is the heaven,

A place that is clean of sinful brethren .

So all I can say is how amazing stars can be

And how great is your creation that I see.

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In a Moment

Congratulations, Abby Degnan, for completing the

Polliwog Pages Writing Lessons.

(This is the final exercise - Autobiography)

IN A MOMENT

by 

Abby Degnan

(age 14)

     In 2012, on a rainy April day, I learned that God is always with me and will protect me in every time of need.

    My mother, five of my siblings, and I were returning from a dentist appointment. I had my head phones on and was looking out the window at the droplets of rain that were coming down it. I was listening to Owl City and rather bored from the car ride.

     My brother Sean was listening to music also, and everyone else was watching a movie while my mom drove. 

     All the sudden,I heard my mom yell, "Oh my goodness! What is he doing?"

    There was a big jerk and a loud sound of shattering glass as my head banged against the seat in front of me.  The windows cracked and smoke came from the front of the car.  My mom got out and yelled at the other driver, "I have six children in the car!"

      The guy in the other car had ignored a stop sign and pulled out, making us crash into him.

Then after  the shock of the accident, I realized my mouth was pouring blood, I started to feel pain and cried. My little brother Trevor's mouth was bleeding also. We all got out into the rain and a lady that lived in a purple and white house  nearby came out to help. 

      It was cold and the lady  put a blanket around me and gave me an umbrella . Lots of people were pulling over and calling ambulances. 

      Katya, my sister, hurt her back, my mom was burned, and Trevor's baby tooth ripped right through his lip. My two other older brothers, Liam and Sean, weren't even wearing seat belts, yet they came out completely fine along with my big sister, Erin. 

     By the time the ambulance came, I was going into a seizure, which is when your can't control your body from moving crazily like a baby, not being able to have contact with anyone,and being in a lot of pain. Sometimes, you could even lose your memory of the day. The after effects of a seizure are crying and not being able to move.

      One of the doctor's tried to calm me down by asking me questions. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

     As the blood was collecting in my mouth more and more I said,  "Abby." 

     He continued asking me questions and making jokes until a stretcher came. My seizure was able to be controlled and reversed after I was put on oxygen and many people helping me calm down.  It was my second time being in an ambulance. The first time was when I had my first seizure when I was four or five.

     When we got to the hospital, they found that four of my adult teeth were knocked loose. They thought that they might have to pull them, but, they decided to wait to see what my dentist wanted to do. The doctors put a splint in my mouth to help my teeth until I could see the dentist. 

     We were finally returning home at 10:30 that night. I was in such shock from the day that I could hardly remember anything that happened except the fact that we had just gotten in a car accident. After seeing the dentist three or four times a month for a year, the dentist was able to save my teeth.

     I thanked God that he protected my family during this time,and that we were all safe.

(guided editing through Polliwog Pages Writing Lessons)


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Stars

Stars

by 

Abby Degnan

(age 14)

When I look at the stars that I see,

I gaze at the creation that God made to be

There is a sparkling reflection upon the lake,

Because he made them just for our sake.

Its a precious treasure that He lets us keep,

That cheers us up even when we weep.

Stars, tonight please don't go away,

I want you tonight to please just stay.

Sparkle and twinkle upon me,

Your elegance gives the happiness key.

You cheer us up when we're sad,

You calm us down when we're mad.

Take me away to the stars in the sky.

And make the stars sparkle so I wouldn't cry.

Beyond the stars there is the heaven,

A place that is clean of sinful brethren .

So all I can say is how amazing stars can be

And how great is your creation that I see.

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A Bad Cook

This story was written as an assignment for 

Lesson #2 "What's It All About?"

for the 

Polliwog Pages Writing Lessons. 

A BAD COOK

by

Abby Degnan

(age 13)

     There once was a cook who worked at a fabulous English restaurant that was the most popular restaurant in all the state! It was always clean and perfectly performed. The food was delicious, until one day a cook named Pimsy came to town.

     They didn't expect her to be so terrible! Her biscuits were rock hard, her pancakes were half-cooked and her coffee was cold and her burgers were raw!

     Pimsy tried her best, but still made a mess of things! One day, a man came to try the food, if it tasted disgusting, they would close the restaurant down. If it tasted delicious, it would stay open.

     Naturally, Pimsy was going to cook something for this man. She cooked a steak, made some coffee, made a disgusting potato dish, and made some of her famous rock hard biscuits!

     He had tried the coffee and was not pleased at all. It was as cold as ice! He had asked for the steak to be well-done. He took a bite of it and it was completely raw! The potato dish made everything worse. He tried biting into the biscuits, but he couldn't. He tried so hard that a tooth fell out!

     He was going to close down the place, but the manager pleaded for him to give them one more chance. They would get a new cook. They fired poor Pimsy.

     Before she left the singer for the entertainment didn't show up! This was her chance! She could show them her talent to sing and they would give her her job back!

     She went up on stage, cleared her throat, and sang "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot." Everybody in the restaurant listened closely to her beautiful voice.

     She sang again the night the man came back and he the food that the new cook would cook, and he loved the singing even more! They hired Pimsy back and the restaurant stayed open.

     Then Pimsy had recognized her talent and became world famous for her wonderful singing.

THE END

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Friends Forevermore

Summer Writing Contest

(FRIENDS)

Friends Forevermore

By Abigail M. Degnan

Friends forevermore

To whom I will always adore

Friends for life

Even in strife

I'll be here til the end

Whenever you need your best friend

Troubles will come

But I will always hum

A lullaby to sooth all your trials

Our relationship will go on for miles

Forever will we keep our friendship

Always with bright smiles

Til death do we part

Will you always be in my heart

As a friend, A best friend

Through the day

And as I lay

Your chat will make me happy

Friends will we be forevermore

God gave you to me

Yes you were given to me from He

And will our friendship die?

No, not now,

not ever,

But forevermore

Will our friendship last

Even in harsh weather

~ Dedicated To Bethany Joan Wilcox

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The River of Darkness

Polliwog Pages Writing Contest (SPLASH) The River of Darkness by Abby Degnan (age 14)            It was said that whoever swam in the River of Darkness would sink down to the dark depths of it and never return. Well, there is a story of a girl and a boy who went inside this River without knowing what would happen, and how dangerous it is. Read on and hear about the story.      John and Alice moved to a place a few miles away from a river. John was a 14 year old boy that was brave and tough. He had dirty-blond hair and blue eyes.       Alice was a little girl with blond hair and blue eyes. She was a 9 year old sweetheart. She carried her little dollie all over the place.  They were exploring one day by the River.       "Hey Alice! Look, I can skip a rock across the river," John said.      Alice put her hands on her hips and waited for John to skip it.      John picked up a shiny flat rock. He threw it into the water. But instead of skipping it splashed into the water and making it disappear.        "Well, that didn't exactly work out," Alice said sweetly.         She took her shoes off and stuck her feet in the water to cool them off. The river was cool and felt good running along her feet. She watched the stream hit against a few rocks splashing along.      John soon, stuck his feet in too. Alice, saw a little fish and smiled.      "John! Look at the fish!" She exclamied.       "Eh." He shrugged.       She reached her hand out to the fish but she ended up falling on her knees. She quickly got up and went back to land scolding herself for getting her clothes wet.       Though, she realized her dollie had gotten away! She looked at the river and saw her dollie floating in the middle.       "John, go get it, please." She asked.        "Ugh. Why? It's just a dumb doll."        "But it's my special doll. . . . . . Fine, if you won't get it I will." She said.          John shrugged again.      At first, Alice hesitated not wanting to get her clothes wet, but she loves her dollie and didn't want it to go.   She went inside the water and started to swim out to her precious dollie.       When she got to it, she grabbed it and tried to swim back. Though, something was tugging on her, something that wouldn't let her go. She started to panic.       "John! Help! I can't get out!" She cried.       "Are you sure? You look plenty fine to me." He said.      Before John could sat anything else or Alice could reply, she was sucked under water with a scream.       "Alice!" John yelled. He dived into the water making a splash. He went deeper, and deeper. ALice was no where to be found.       He needed air so he started to go back up but something grabbed him. He looked down and it was like a vine coming from the darkness, grabbing onto him.     He fought under water to get off it. He finally, bit the vine which made the vine snap and he swam up. He took a deep breath then again went under water looking for Alice.       Instead of seeing Alice, he saw her dollie slowly floating up. He grabbed the doll and went deeper. . .and deeper. He saw a little arm. He grabbed the arm and there he saw his dear Alice unconsious.       He pulled her up and up and up slowly losing breath, but not giving up.       A vine grabbed onto him again And another vine.  With all his strength he would try to swim upward to Alice to safety.       He wouldn't give up like the others that drowned did. With the strength and breath left in him he swam braking the vines and making it to land. He was about to pass out. He was breathing heavily.       "Alice! Alice! Wake up!" He cried.        He had no strength to do anything.      He cried out to God asking for him to save Alice. Or even let him take the place of death and let Alice live. He knew that he was foolish to leave her out there in the first place.       Then, a miracle from God happened. Alice, with water spitting out of her mouth, awoke.       And John rested his head smiling and thanking God for saving their lives.. . .Thanking God for not letting her die. (original and unedited)

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The Scruffy Story

THE SCRUFFY STORY

by 

Abby Degnan

(age 14 )

    

      A scruffy puppy dog,  a Pomeranian poodle, was digging around a trash can one day looking for his lunch.   Sadly, he couldn't find anything.  So he roamed the streets. He sat by a bench waiting for someone to come by with food, then he would put a cute face on and they would toss some food to him. Well, someone was so overtaken by this dog that she decided to keep him.

      “My name is Mia.” The lady told him. The lady had wavy blond hair and dazzling blue eyes.  “My daughter Sandy will love you!” Mia said.

      Mia picked  up the dog. The dog didn't expect himself to be taken in. Though, he enjoyed the women’s gentle touch. When they walked into the house, immediately a little girl came running out. The girl had blond hair also with green playful eyes. 

    “Sandy, this is your new dog!” Mia exclaimed.  “What will you name her?”

    Sandy thought about this for a while.  “Poofy.” She said in a high tone.

    “Poofy? Alright, it’s your dog. Though, if it were my dog, I’d name it Scruffy.” Mia said.

    The little girl looked at the dog. “Scruffy!” she yelled. 

     She grabbed the dog, whose name was now Scruffy, and ran to her room. She wrapped a tight ribbon around Scruffy’s neck, almost making him choke! Sandy, without even knowing it would abuse the poor dog. She would starve Scruffy, or handle him the wrong way!  Though, as Sandy got older, she learned how to properly take care of the dog. Scruffy was now being pampered by Sandy. Except, a few years later after that Sandy left home, for something called college.

     Scruffy was left alone. Mia didn't pay much attention to him anymore either.

     After a while, When Scruffy had the chance, he ran away from his home into the dangerous streets.  when he ran away through the cold,crisp day. He was alone again. All alone. He would be digging in the trash cans again for the rest of his life.

     A long, long time passed and Scruffy was growing old. When he was in search for his lunch he heard someone call his name. More voices calling his name. Then in the distance he saw his dear Sandy. . .  and a man? The man was holding a little baby.

   Sandy ran to the dog and hugged the dog dearly. The man came closer.

   “This must be the famous Scruffy. We've been looking all over for you boy.” The man said.

   “Scruffy, meet my husband ,Jason.” Sandy said.

  Scruffy almost fainted at the word “husband”. Has it really been that long?

“This is Jason Jr. Though, J.J for short. I knew you would be the perfect dog for our baby. Did you ever think I would forget you?” Sandy said rubbing Scruffy’s scruffy head.

 The dog barked happily. Scruffy was taken home with Sandy, Jason, and J.J. The rest of Scruffy’s happy life was spent protecting J.J. Scruffy would protect the dear son of Sandy for the rest of his life.

                                                                                        The Scruffy End

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The Love Story that was Never Lived

The Love Story that Was Never Lived

           By Abigail M. Degnan

(age 14)

      I roam around the streets of France late at night, hoping to see Nicholas. I know I shouldn't be out this late especially since the French Revolution started.

     I find Nicholas where he would usually be - at the barricade. I see Nicholas, and he sees me.

     I've been in love with Nicholas ever since the first day I met him. If only he could love me. He's met a bunch of pretty, rich, French girls, and he had the pick of any girl,but he rejected all of them. If he rejected the rich girls, why would he love me? I'm not rich. I can't say I'm pretty - that would be vain.

      He runs to me.  “Lorraine! What are you doing here? I told you its not safe here for you.” 

     We've been great friends, although our friendship hasn't turned into love - only it has for me.

     "It's just as unsafe as it is for me as it is for you,Nicholas.” I tell him. 

     “But your're a lady. Ladies aren't supposed to be at the barricade.”

     “Well, I'm different,” I say. 

          He smiles. If only that smile could tell me if he loves me.

     There are a bunch of boys around Nicholas's age and mine. They all know me as Lorraine. That’s who I am. Lorraine. No one else.

     “Hi ya, Lorraine!” they say to me.

     There are ammo and guns. People have given up most of their tables,chairs, and furniture for the barricade. There are still tiny puddles of blood from the first attack.  The English attacked and many boys died. Then some of the boys went  back home after surviving the first attack.* Nicholas has always stayed. He's brave, and handsome, and strong, and well. . . . everything.

     “Lorraine, be safe at home, please,” Nicholas says.

     I do want to please him, yet I want to show how brave I am too.

     “Alright.” I say regretfully. 

        I go home. I live alone in a little house. It's not the best, but to me, it's home. I lay in bed thinking about Nicholas. My love for him grows stronger every day. I should  give up because he doesn't love me.

     The next day, Nicholas is talking to the pretty rich girl,who is also in love with Nicholas. She's someone who said that I have no chance with him.

     Nicholas really isn't paying much attention to her, but she is to him. Whatever the girl says, Nicholas just nods his head. I go over to them

     “Hello,” The girl says with a displeased voice.

    Nicholas says, “This is Lorraine. Lorraine,this is Annette.” 

     “Hello.” I try to sound happy.

     If only I could tell Nicholas how I felt about him, then Annette would leave him alone, even though he doesn't love me. That might just draw Annette closer. Soon Annette leaves batting her eyes behind her. 

       Sebastian yells out, “Its the English, Nicholas!!” 

Nicholas and all the boys prepare their guns.

     “Go home, Lorraine.” Nicholas tells me. 

      I don't reply.

     He goes to the stack of furniture, puts his gun is a good position, and gets ready to shoot.

     I go closer to the barricade, not leaving even though I am scared to death. Guns blow and boys are knocked down dead, leaving a trail of blood flowing down the barricade. An Englishman is coming to our side and Nicholas doesn't notice it. A gun blows and Sebastian drops dead.

   “Sebastian!” Nicholas yells. He goes down the barricade. Some boys help him bring Sebastian to the side with other bodies.

     While Nicholas is distracted, an Englishman comes closer. He is about to shoot Nicholas.

     “Nicholas!” I yell. I run to Nicholas and put myself in front of him.

     The Englishman's gun blows and shoots me. Pain fills me - not only physically, but also emotionally. Before I drop, Nicholas holds me and brings me gently to the ground with a  tear coming down his face. 

     “Lorraine.” He says sniffling. “Everything will be alright, Lorraine. Don't you worry.” 

     “Nicholas, we both know how this will end.”   I suppose its now or never to tell him how I feel about him. “Nicholas, ever since I first met you I have loved you, even though I know that you have never loved me.”

     "What are you talking about? I have always loved you. It thought you never loved me.” he says breathlessly.

     With my last breaths in and out, I keep talking .

     “But you had a choice of all of those girls. Why would you love me if you don't even love the pretty girls?”

     “I didn't pick them because I love you.” 

     Why must my life end like this? I cry my heart out, and tears fall down Nicholas's face too

     “I love you, Nicholas. I always will. Your life is worth more than mine.”

     “No it's not. You will be alright. We will be together forever.”

     “We will always be together.” Then I slowly move my hand to his cheek, and he holds it there.  "Goodbye.” 

     My eyes shut and my heart stops, and the last thing I see is my dear Nicholas's tear-stained face. 

     My name is Lorraine Deller. I was born 1778 and died 1794. This was a love story - a love story that was never finished. My love story. . . . that was never lived.  

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