The Highwayman Parody

The highwayman came climbing

-climbing -climbing

Up to the industrial door

at house number forty four.

The alcohol he was drinking

-drinking -drinking

smelt outrageously weird.

By most it was feared.

But he was believing

-believing -believing

that it tasted lovely

though the after taste was yucky.

While drinking he was knocking

-knocking -knocking

because he was scared of doorbells.

Fake was the noise of those bells.

Which the highwayman was thinking

-thinking -thinking

had a weird sound texture

secondary to his liqueur.

Which the highwayman was drinking

-drinking -drinking

which, for reference, smelt

like mouldy felt.

Cress, the door, was opening

-opening -opening.

Cress You, the pharmacist's daughter

Cress You, Bless you's daughter.

Cress, who the highwayman was loving

-loving -loving

had a dress made of a material

with a pattern of cereal.

The highwayman was sneezing

-sneezing -sneezing.

"That's definitely a cold." diagnosed Cress,

"Your health is in a mess."

The highwayman was dying

-dying -dying

as it wasn't a cold,

his brain was turning into mould.

Cress was now crying

-crying -crying.

As her love was dying

-dying -dying.

The light in his eyes was fading

-fading -fading

-fading - fa...

By William Ball

The School

Books, battered, dusty treasures, falling, gliding, drifting

Freezing draught lingers in solitary shadows

Moonlight dances across, entrancing, magical, mysterious

Footsteps echo dangerously, unnerving, spine-chilling, daunting

Lifeless darkness crawls, enveloping, lethal, pernicious

Perplexing breaths wheeze, shocking, horrendous, blood-curdling

Wind howls viciously, draconian, tough, deplorable

Grass sways unnaturally, glistening silver in the moonlight

Leaves flutter peacefully, flying birds of green

Swings glint in silver moonlight, enchanting, marvellous, alluring

Knowledge loiters in the air, brimming with power

The school's silhouette hangs, a dark ghost of wisdom

By Ollie Jansen