“The sun shone sleekly through a silver sky,” Tina said, as she stood steadily on the stage (a chair).
“Booooooo!” Claire shouted out from the back of the room. “BOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“The moon mellowed meekly above a murmuring meadow,” Tina muttered, immovably.
“Awful,” Ethel heckled. “Just awful! You’re awful, Tina! You should be ashamed!”
“The rocket reflected repetitively as it rotated around the revolving rarity,” Tina roared, resolutely resilient to the rising reproval from the rowdy rabble.
“Rarity is another word for anomaly,” she added belatedly when there was silence from below.
“Best poem ever,” Daniel swooned. He clapped enthusiastically and then continued clapping enthusiastically for quite some time. “I love it! More! More!”
Tina ran crying from the stage.
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Notes:
1. Written on June 22nd, 2023
2. Previously, in reading news