K.W.I.L.A.Y.E.

 Wonderland In Wonderland, up is down; Stop is go; Yes is no; Frown is smile; tears are laughter; Today is tomorrow; before is after. And, there is no one who wears a crown. 

 Repetition Spencer likes to repeat things again and again like he is performing tricks, like a magician-- He says things over and over while wearing a pullover; His phrases repeat to the power of ten!

 Throwing Bananas Earl wants to throw bananas at me Because that's what Bananagrams should be; According to him, you see, Who wants to throw bananas at me!!!!

 "What's Wrong?" George wants a poem about, "What's wrong?" Because it's his unbroken refrain; a song He is unable to resist. He thinks it leads to an assist-- Helping Arthur expose His emotions, those Pesky, whimsical things that are  unconscious. But George thinks Arthur lies when he says, "Nothing! Arrgh!"  Is he being contentious? Arthur doesn't think so.  He's just thinking, and, sometimes, sighing. Oh. 

 Profiling Mary is good at profiling all of the subjects; rifling  through their psyches so she can uncork their pros and examine their cons.

 Hates to Go to Town Veronica hates to go to town; She wants to wear a crown; No amount of cajoling will do-- She'll just sigh and walk away from you!

 Patrick Doesn't Quite Fit Patrick chewed mint gum And it tasted oh so yum! Patrick likes to lounge around; He never makes a sound! Patrick eats his peanut butter Exactly like Brad, the nutter! Patrick hates to smile; He will frown, the crocodile! Patrick shrugs his shoulder, But, just one, 'cause he's older! Patrick doesn't quite fit With his family, the misfit!

 Much, Much Too Late Fred was up much, much Too late tonight, such Was the shock to Debbie When Fred opened the door; truly Fred was up much, much too late. Surely, he will experience a spate of yawns tomorrow-- He will, then, be full of sorrow. 

 Socks Rachel wrote about socks; Louisa found it under a rock.  Just kidding! It was in a folder. We are quite a bit older, Now, but, it's still fun to look at what we have done. 

 A Good Sport Gregory is a good sport; He has never been too short. He likes to eat cheese; He always says, "Please." He's really quite grand, though some misunderstand; Gregory is the best, the best of all the rest. 

 What Makes Sense? Harry questions My poems. Do they make sense? His corrections-- My theorems-- My two cents: Poetry? True!

 Awake? Who knew that Charlie was awake when Carrie came back, quite late? It really was quite a shock For Carrie (and no mistake!) When Charlie walked around; Fate decided to intervene (what a crock!).

 Exists There exists a Bobby, here, who enjoys making jokes all the day through, clear until the dragon's smoke fills the sky. 

 "What Are You Doing?" Kyle says, "What are you doing?" Even though he can see Perfectly well what's ensuing. Monica says, "Me?" Even though there's no one else around.  Or, is there? Wait! What's that sound? Where?

 Inside Perry likes to say That he loses every day to Amelia, who supposedly wins.  But, really, as Perry knows, That's not how the story goes; Perry lies; inside, he grins. 

 Winning Sherry wants me to write... How could anyone be so right? It's quite an amazing feat; Sherry just can't be beat. She'll nod and smile... Winning, all the while. 

 Odd and Even There once was a lad named, Evan, who loved to make jokes, odd and even. He made Holly laugh with all of his gaffs; They had a blast joking all evenin'. 

 Terrible Plight There once was a lad named, Dwight,  who was destined for a terrible plight; Leila would have told 'em, which would've been awesome; Poor Dwight didn't know Leila was right. 

 Piano Since Erica likes to play piano, she knows how: to make music sound from ivory keys, to tickle ears with harmonic B's, to fascinate listeners by dangling fifths, to create new melodies by writing riffs-- Erica plays with unearthly know-how. 

 Sleeping Early Because Becca is worldly, She always sleeps early; dreaming her dreams of grandeur, collecting her thoughts on amateurs, cogitating about her schemes, listening to others' dreams, harkening to another world's allure. 

 "A Little Less Noise..." Bernard will take note of when Angel wakes, quote: "A little less noise," will be heard And, Bernard, happy, (upon my word), Will continue to work, undisturbed.

  J'esp è re que...   J'esp è re que...it rains kindness.   J'esp è re que...it shines happiness.   J'esp è re que...it grows patience.   J'esp è re que...it promotes brilliance.   J'esp è re que...it, beauty, has.   J'esp è re que...it darkness obliterates.   J'esp è re que...it promises keeps.   J'esp è re que...it laughs every day.   J'esp è re que...it loves like a river.   J'esp è re que...it lasts.