THE SQUAD

Adam Danial - Home Alone | Syed Muhammad Daniel - The Theoretic Turtle | Aresya Sara - The People Upstairs | Noor Syakirah - I Am Not Old

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THE THEORETIC TURTLE

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The theoretic turtle started out to see the toad; He came to a stop at a liberty-pole in the middle of the road. "Now how, in the name of the spouting whale," the indignant turtle cried, "Can I climb this perpendicular cliff and get on the other side? If I only could make a big balloon I'd lightly over it fly; Or a very long ladder might reach the top though it does look fearfully high. If a beaver were in my place, he'd gnaw a passage through with his teeth; I can't do that but I can dig a tunnel and pass beneath." He was digging his tunnel with might and main, when a dog looked down at the hole. "The easiest way, my friend," sald he, "is to walk around the pole."   BIODATA ●        Amos Russel Wells, born on December 23, 1862 and died on March 6, 1933 was an American poet, editor, prose author, and academic. ●        Wells was born in Glens Falls, New York. ●        H...
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THE PEOPLE UPSTAIRS

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The people upstairs all practise ballet Their living room is a bowling alley Their bedroom is full of conducted tours. Their radio is louder than yours, They celebrate week-ends all the week. When they take a shower, your ceilings leak. They try to get their parties to mix By supplying their guests with Pogo sticks, And when their fun at last abates, They go to the bathroom on roller skates. I might love the people upstairs more If only they lived on another floor. BIODATA ·          One of the most widely appreciated and imitated writers of light verse. ·          Frederic Ogden Nash ·          He was born in Rye, New York, on August 19, 1902. ·          Parents: Edmund Strudwick and Mattie Nash. ·          Nash attended Harvard College, but dropped out after only one year. · ...
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HOME ALONE

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  My family's gone; there's no one home. It's only me who's home alone. I shouldn't hear a single squeak. There shouldn't even be a creak, So what's that thumping that I hear? It must mean one thing: death is near. "You're an adult, you'll be just fine." I tell myself as I dial "nine"... Was that a knock upon the door? My heart beats faster than before I know it's closed; I've checked the lock. At least my killer knows to knock? I cannot sleep, though I'm in bed. I've made amends with God instead. If He decides that it's my time, Then this will be my very last rhyme. I hear a bang and then a break. My head shoots up; there's no mistake! I turn my music volume high So I won't hear the way I die. I run upstairs, desk lamp in hand. Over my head, ready to land, And right before it did just that.. I remembered - I have a cat BIODATA ·          Unknown poet ·          Published poems titled Dreaming ...
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