I wish that I could shed my light
And turn dark things into bright.
But my masters never turn me on,
For they stay at leave, they are always gone.
"I feel so useless!" one day I cried!
So I did something, that morning I tried,
To turn myself on, but it was pointless!
For alas, I was cursed jointless!
I asked the plant to turn me on.
It tried, but it's braches were not so long.
I thanked it and went on my way.
I tried! I tried! I tried all day!
Nothing worked so here I sit,
Wish I could throw a fit.
Waiting to be clicked on.
Soon my owners won't be gone.
So mabey I can shed my light,
And turn dark things into bright.

Claire P.

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