Young Writers Society

One

Hello

My name is One.

Let’s talk,

Though I don’t promise fun.

There aren’t many numbers,

In my phone.

Do you know what it’s like,

To be alone?

Everybody else,

Is five, seven, or twenty-three,

And then there’s just me.

Do you know how much fun,

It is to be one?

None.

The Elephant in the Room

You say there’s an elephant in the room?

That’s very rude to assume.

All I see are two ears

Reminding me of my fears.

Four ginormous feet,

Just things I’ve yet to complete.

Grey, sandy skin,

The ice is growing thin.

One humongous head,

All the things I’ve come to dread.

A long, strong trunk-

Oh! Who would’ve thunk?

I guess you didn’t assume,

There is an elephant in the room.

Yet

Have you ever wondered,

Where all the magic’s at?

Take a stroll through the woods

Meet a talking cat?

See a soaring carpet

Maybe ask for a ride?

Meet a friendly dragon

He’ll help bring your family pride

Race to undo a curse

Before the last petal falls

Talk with witches and wizards

Inside your school’s halls

Escape from your tower

And meet a charming thief

Meet with other mermaids

Among the coral reef

Go to the prince’s ball

In a pumpkin-turned carriage

Meet a striking royal

Who will ask your hand in marriage

I’ve searched and searched and searched

As much as one can bet

But I guess I have to wait

‘Cause magic hasn’t found me yet