Sorry Nonexistent Readers! Here is a Happy Poem

I know, yesterday's post was depressing. I shall make up for it with a happy poem. Let me try to find one... I'm supposed to go to a meeting for my school's lit mag today, but as if. There's an idiot sub instead of the teacher who usually supervises it, who's on maternity leave, so yeah, no. And there's no one here today in school... everyone's at Teen Arts.

Ugh. Did you know yesterday my English teacher assigned us to read an essay longer than the novella I wrote in seventh grade? Emerson. Freaking Emerson. He's a good writer, damn it, but GOD SO LONG.
Damn. My friend (annoying Harry Potter one from the last post) just said she wants to go to the lit mag meeting. Auuugggh. She'll force me to go. And I have a lab report to do!

OK. Here's yer happy poem. It's not really happy, but it's not depressing either. Coincidentally, it was published in my school's lit mag.
I hope I haven't posted this before on here.

The Queen's Ball

The hallway was silent

The light-bulbs were darkened

The floor was sparkly clean.

The windows were sleeping

No grass-hoppers leaping

As all awaited the Queen.

Then footsteps were heard,

And then a quiet whisper,

“Look, look, she’s here!”

And eagerly awaiting

The hallway was stirring

As the sound drew ever near.

A candle then flickered

The flame softly dancing

And figures stepped into the light.

A pixie, a bullfrog,

A butterfly, a genie,

As the dance lit up the night.

The Queen’s Court played music

And partners were chosen

And in the middle of it, she stood tall

In a soft golden gown

With a halo round her head

The Fairy Queen leading her ball.

Woodland elves gave out pastries

Dripping with sugar

That was spun in the hollow of a tree

And Cupid sat in a corner

Watching the dancers

Cackling madly with glee.

The moon glowed ever brighter

But pixies still hung baubles

To add to the golden glow

But in the midst of the dancing,

There was a quick pause

As the violinists held aloft their bows

The Queen walked to the center

And retrieved her crown

And thanked all for a very good show.

She just left- it went quiet

And the pixies’ wings

Came to a tentative close

“I suppose,” said the conductor,

“As the Queen’s parties go

This is as bad as it goes.”

But what did go wrong?

And as to that, it is said

That nobody knows.

As the Queen’s Court packed their things

And left in a rush

Saddened by the ball’s sudden end

The hallway was silent

As all sat to wonder

If the Queen would stop to visit again.

And now I've got a friend to avoid and a lab report to do, so I shall post more later.

Your lab-report-lacking poet,

magic*esi