Heidi Keller

Who Will it Be?

By Heidi Keller
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Prom night, the perfect night
I planned down to the "T"
The center of attention
Everyone focused on me

Sparkling dress
Jewelry in matching hues
Limo and friends
Pedicured feet in designer shoes

Only one thing missing…
Who will be my date?
Everyone’s taken
Is it too late?

But luckily for me,
My dream date is free
But will I have the courage
Or end up with Humphrey?

Finally here’s my moment
I approach him in the hall
He looks so gosh darn fine
Oh, that wonderful Paul

But then the worst thing happens
My footing slips
And I tumble and collide
Into Paul’s perfect hip

So now here I am at the prom
In my perfect gown
It's actually not so bad…
That Humphrey sure can get down

Sitting in the Waiting Room
Waiting for my results
A prick of the finger, drawing blood,
Hurts worse than insults

Do I have HIV/ AIDS?
How will this story end?
Oh how I wish
That he had stayed a friend

Or could it be cancer?
Spreading through my body
Growing everywhere
Oh how naughty

Then it comes
The nurse calls my name
The verdict: just drink more milk
“That’s it?!” I exclaim!

Fish are smelly,
Oh so bad.
And yet Im fishing,
With My dad.

We awoke early,
Earlier than dawn.
The rooster still asleep,
My head in a fog.

Out in a dingee
This duo set sail
Only to be met by
A torrent of snails

All over me
They slithered and slawed
Oh so disgusting
I weezed and hawed

But my father,
Dead-set on fishing,
Continuted our journey,

My intuition was a tickin'

Is that grandma's head mounted on the wall?

While around our head and shoulders our life falls in ruins

What a ball

Pensive plump pigs
Dirty diabolical dogs
Hairless horses
Green goats
Caring Cows
Monster mice
Dying ducks
It’s a farm, oh no!

Only One Boot
As I walk down the road
In knee-deep muck
Wet and brown like a toad

I had 2 boots
Just five minutes ago
But the mud so deep
Sucked it off, o wo!

Pink Pride

By Heidi Keller
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

I was embarrassed
It hurt my pride
Hurt so bad
I thought I had died

Did anyone notice?
Nearly broke down and cried
It all happened Monday
Actually Tuesday, I lied

A bright sunny day
My family went for a ride
Down to the beach
To play in surf and tide

Before we left
In the mirror I spied

A little white lie
Couldn’t hurt a fly
Sure, it can get worse
But no one’s gonna die.

Is anyone actually real?
We all cover how we feel
Hidden behind a fake wall
Never getting the real deal.

Who must we hid from, ourselves?
Lions, bears, turkeys, and elves.

Oh no!

By Heidi Keller
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

In a closet is where I’ll be,
The outside world just isn’t for me .
The enclosed space is where I hide,
My family just pretends I died.

Something happened,
Late last night.
My fingers tingled,
And I woke in fright.

My dreads I was swinging,
Like a rasta.
Then out of my hands,
Shot a hot stream of pasta.

I commenced to cry,
At this great loss.
But what my eyes produced
Were not tears, but tomato sauce

I rolled over,
And what I did see,
Was an Italian man
Laying next to me.

He said “I believe,

In the corner of my attic
I found a box that did contain
various baubles, pictures of a child,
ribbons, and a toy train.
A forgotten box
A forgotten chest
Holding the memories
of one long put to rest

Our third game of the season over
We came out on top, two to one
We gave our best as usual
But this particular team was no fun
They faked injuries and spat on us,
That pathetic bunch of cheaters
When their stopper went down, I couldn’t care less
She had it coming to her sooner or later

I can’t believe we lost
They were all nothing but cheats
I guess they liked playing dirty