The Rebellion

Muninn · Postby **Muninn** » Thu Jan 15, 2004 9:35 pm

There i was writing some poetry (how easy it sounds) when suddenly i found myself composing something that would be very Millie and before i realized i'd gotten three pages worth of my first Ozy and Millie poem. This was probably inspired by the recent rerun of comics but the story and idea developed independantly. It's rather long but i hope you like it. The Rebellion In the long hot days of a sweltering May Idling the hours and letting the mind astray Miss Sorkowitz jabbered coldly in a monotone Suffocating Millie with her mindless drone Subjecting her to topics that have no place In an empty moan lacking any skill or grace Her weary head drifted backward on the chair In a manner light and yet still very debonair She watched the mist fall as her eyes glazed Then Millie saw Miss S. and her eyes blazed With a swish her pointer crashed in silence But Millie, no, she had no reason for penance Millie sat bolt upright and saw papers pass As the kids now sank all across the class All except for Ozy, who looked fresh as ever Now she saw the reason, being so darn clever A math test, Millie immediately did surmise With so many there's no element of surprise She looked at the paper and a shadow crossed Realizing darkly that she was now totally lost Her hands trembled and she didn't know why Caught behind the enemy lines without an ally Subtract this divide then add and multiply that Doom had found Millie in the chair she sat Poor Millie buried her head on the dirty table To answer these questions she just wasn't able Then a jerk and a thought brought her back And her mind formulated a cunning plan of attack A brilliant strategy, no fault anywhere in it She knew it'd soon make every teacher submit She raised her hand and with a mighty sigh Not to mention a great big roll of her eyes Miss S. said that yes she may go for a drink If only she knew what the fox did just think She'd have tied, trussed and bound Millie Just like that cannibal in that scary movie From her locker (since she had headed there) Millie fished out a few things to prepare Two or three large placards and a marker pen To put into swift action her flawless plan But still she hadn't put to full assistance The plan's piece-de-resistance She placed the placards on the lawn outside Under some hedges she left them to hide Then running back, while in a playful hurry She stopped to ponder the oncoming flurry Then casually she stepped inside the room Of the headmaster's, her plan she'd resume Mr. Beauvine wasn't surprised, even a little Her motions she knew he'd very soon belittle He asked what kind of trouble she was now in Care to give me a quick recap or bulletin? That must be his idea of sarcasm, how laughable! It's not even good enough to be assessable Millie said that Miss S. had called for him (But this was all of course a mere prelim) Now Millie's plan was nearing its completion A glorious pathway to freedom's revolution To grasp the honest children out of the hand Of the dictators vile and evil high command She rushed outside and plunged each placard Onto sticks and them onto the ground hard So that right out of every classroom window Her intended message was what the children saw Then quickly she sprinted back to the office To insert that final searing kiss She called out to every little girl and boy Proclaiming the revolution over the tannoy She told them to look out of their window To have a glimpse of the world of tomorrow She guessed they did for she heard a roar Ring throughout the school's entire corridors Total chaos now ensued over rule and permit And the teachers just couldn't cope with it The children had finally been liberated free Thanks to the genius of none but Millie Now the teachers were all trussed alike Owing to her fast, hard and swift strike All of the grown-ups (government dictators) Plus every one of their whiny collaborators Felicia said, un-American blasphemous doodyhead When along with the teachers she was led The masses had risen and sweet independence Now replaced their slave-like existence Millie said, glorious day, oh brilliant hour! The proletarian worker now has the power The education system, the vital backbone Of the establishments supremely overgrown Tentacles of authority, flowing with pus Now belonged to no one else but us Her plan to get out of class had succeeded And even her own expectations were exceeded Without teachers school became a clubhouse For every species, from elephant to mouse But that freedom had been firmly attained What to do now, Millie's mind it sprained To set laws and remake rules would just Go against their cause so they now must Lay the groundwork of their new kingdom Echoing with the subtle chords of freedom They wouldn't fall prey to petty greed And their school would be a haven indeed Then things began to get hot and Millie saw A few noisy police cars or maybe even more She saw an officer get out and walk toward Mumbling something which none of them heard He tried the door but they'd firmly locked it Then a fist on the panel a few times he hit Millie called to anyone to bring her some Rotten tomatoes and then very quickly come There were plenty left in the school canteen Tomatoes which daylight had never even seen The officer then straightened his belt rim As Millie shuffled so as to easily pelt him The fellow looked up and saw the sun shift Into what seemed like an abrupt eclipse As a few dozen moldy old tomatoes hurled Suddenly darkened this cops precious world And seconds later he fell without a sound Drenched in tomato juice onto the ground The children had won The Battle of Tomato In the burning noon of May, all lent a paw The other cops came to pull him away afar To the flashing lights of their police car Millie beamed with pride as each individual Began singing "Power to the People" And they took onions, rutabegas and tomatoes Watermelons, mangos, eggplants and potatoes And hurled them onto the police barricaders Upon those malicious and daring invaders The times they were a-changin' as they sang And their songs of freedom, in the air hang Soon in the garden, classrooms and halls With battle marks hanging on the walls They let out a final cheer of joyous power This was one rebellion they'd not smother And in the heat of midday she finally saw Their invading enemies now hastily withdraw And then Millie awoke, her head upon the table It was all a dream of some victorious rebel Her memories were filled with her recent dream But as she gazed down she let out a shrill scream Her paper remained there, unmarked and clean Reality and dreams Millie was caught in-between

Zylo · Postby **Zylo** » Thu Jan 15, 2004 9:56 pm

Very, very clever, Jacob. Excellent work.

Elscire · Postby **Elscire** » Thu Jan 15, 2004 10:14 pm

Hehe, I like that. and like like like <img src='http://definecynical.mancubus.net/forum ... s/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' /> Especially the end, though I wonder what could have possibly been on the placards!

Miles E Traysandor · Postby **Miles E Traysandor** » Thu Jan 15, 2004 10:38 pm

Excellent poem! Encore!

simon · Postby **simon** » Thu Jan 15, 2004 10:51 pm

My....God.... That is just genius. I should add a "Writings" section to the Stuff page, this definately needs to be archived.

Sabre · Postby **Sabre** » Thu Jan 15, 2004 11:03 pm

<img src='http://definecynical.mancubus.net/forum ... s/ohmy.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='ohmy.gif' />

Burning Sheep Productions · Postby **Burning Sheep Productions** » Fri Jan 16, 2004 3:01 am

H- holey moley! Wawow!!

Doctor Fred · Postby **Doctor Fred** » Fri Jan 16, 2004 4:12 am

*aplause* very, very, very good, Jacob. Very good.

The J.A.M. · Postby **The J.A.M.** » Fri Jan 16, 2004 4:51 am

[...unWARP!!!] Good evening. Amazing poem!! Nice ending, too! Until next time, remember: I AM THE J.A.M. Good evening. [WARP!!!]

Zaaphod · Postby **Zaaphod** » Fri Jan 16, 2004 6:31 am

<img src='http://definecynical.mancubus.net/forum ... s/ohmy.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='ohmy.gif' /> Holy.......that was excellent. Got any more?

Muninn · Postby **Muninn** » Fri Jan 16, 2004 8:26 pm

Thanks for the replies everyone, much appreciated. As for the placards, i'm sure what you think were written on them will be far more ingenious than anything i could say. Unfortunately i don't have anymore, maybe i'll write more soon. Thanks very much.

Sabre · Postby **Sabre** » Fri Jan 16, 2004 10:37 pm

Please. do. Oh and by the way you've got 300 points.

Tavis · Postby **Tavis** » Sat Jan 17, 2004 2:33 am

Wow. That's some good writing, Jacob. how long did it take you to get all of that written?

Muninn · Postby **Muninn** » Sat Jan 17, 2004 10:33 pm

If i remember correctly it took about an hour, i write quite fast and if the poem is story driven like this one, it's even easier.

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