The Dance of The Snowflake

So... in English class, each day we have a daily 'journal prompt' on the board. Some people write their journals replying to the prompt. Some people use it to spark their own, similar ideas, and some people write about totally different things that are unrelated in any way.

Today's prompt was to describe the first snowfall of the season.

No, I didn't do it. Instead, I wrote a poem that I want to share with you now. I'm only doing this after much pleading from my friends to share it. And no, I'm not going to submit this to our literary magazine. It's not that good, I wrote it in 15 minutes.

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Procrastination

Procrastination.

What is it?

It is putting something off by doing something else.

How do you do it?

Just do something while you are supposed to be doing something else.

Is procrastination good, or bad?

It is bad-ish. It is easy to do, and makes you feel good, but leads to extra stress in the long run.

Is this blog post procrastination?

You bet it is!

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I know, this post seems random...

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"

He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

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