[New] An Ode to Scholastic Book Fair (in sonnet)

BY IAN KNOLL

The day is young and pure and so am I When from the room Miss Adleman alights Line Leaders rise as cheerful children cry “Make thanks, Scholastic Fair is soon in sights!”

Down halls of crayon drawings all do pace Past lines of lockers full and stu ed with coats Though rules forbade us all to scream or race Joy fills our velcro shoes and eager throats

The minutes stretch along to painful year Like math class does before the recess bell But soon Gymnasium doorways appear To whisk us to where markers smell of rose.

The land of boundless books and dreams unlaced The land where I first felt true love’s embrace.

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We are surrounded by the tomes of yore The works of Stine, Osborne, and Applegate Goosebumps, Treehouse, Animorphs we adore Such works the masters’ ghostwriters create!

And even the non-Bookworm find joys expressed Knickknacks and games the fair to thee imparts Spy Gear, LeapFrog, but Oregon Trail is best Until the love of text enshrines your heart

A place where Kinley and Riordan rule Where books glitter and pens light up like toys And true readers are freed from boring school Where all is right, creation rests with poise

Yet as summer does wane and yield to school So too must we bid greatness now adieu For soon math class must begin (oh fate so cruel!) Our books we wait for mom to buy still new

We leave the Fair with hearts yet full and bright And sleep that night with books besides nightlight.