Del Mar Middle School - Metamorphosis Yearbook (Tiburon, CA)

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There once was a young man named Neil Who rode on a Ferris wheel. When half way around He looked at the ground And it cost him a four dollar meal. There once was a man from Hog Who had such a beautiful frog But his frog jumped in To a bottle of gin Now his frog is as dead as a log. Betsy Kirschbaum The Caramel Fudge Joe Osborn The Caramel Fudge I was trapped by a slide of sludge, It came from my sundae. It was caramel fudge. I was in the middle of a big, gooey mess, It would take 50 years to eat my way out, more or less. The fudge grew bigger. I started to sink. It was like a half melted ice skating rink. Oh fudge I cried, It's another slide! The fudge hardened. I'm underground. And in heaven my soul'roams around. Tom Becker There once was a young man from France Who collected a jar of ants. When he was asked why, He gave this reply, To put in my enemy's pants. Lorin Ripley American History Why such a mystery I puzzle the facts Of the Whites and the Blacks. Claire Norman

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The soft snow landed on the dark rdof as she sat by the window and stared out. The flakes entranced her and, like a magnet, they seemed to beckon to her; The girl made up her mind to go outside even though she knew she would be disobeyihg her overprotective mother. Curiosity had over- come her and she couldn't bear staring at the mysterious flakes without knowing how they ielt to the touch; She walked to the old wooden1door, turned the tarnished brass knob, and stepped out into a whele new World. The Soft flakes landed on her face and Clothes causing her to laugh with delight, She started running around, laughing all the while. She ran around trees and bushes and twirled in circles until sheiwas so-dizzy that it all seemed like a dream to her. Her eyes saw a fluoresCent green sky with flakes falling from it that created a white coat as they covered her old clothes. Turning around, she saw her house shaking, rumbling, and mak- ing weird shapes that formed into laVehder unicornsl They stared straight at her with their dark eyes and she became frightened. She seeked protection behind a tree, but it fell before her and turned intolan alligator with glassy eyes. She turned to run, but found herself face to face with a dragonu Her voice let out a scream and she noticed that the animals just smiledj Their smiles were warm Ghee and she found herself smiling with them. They-all started laughing, including the dragon whOSe flames left his mouth and vanished in mid air. Far off in the distance, the girl thought she heard someone calling her, The gaiety and laughter stopped. The .: calling got louder and louder. The animals and the girl allr it: listened in wonder. The girl turned her head and Saw her 9 TN , y mother standing in the doorway of the small heuse. walking with her head aown, the girl went into the house and Closed the door behind her. Lindsay AnderSOn Ilm a little refrigerator and I'd like to freeze an alligator; Now that I've thought awhile, maybe I should freeze a crocodile. K. Treffinger

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Will we be aliVe? Can we still survive? With the future drawing near, I really believe we have something to fear. With all the pollution in our air, canlt The Gorilla CA Tree Outside My Housel It stood outside my bedroamq Each night I watched it over the rim of the Cover. I made sure it didn't move-Or try t0 eScape. I think I was three on the-Nights of the Gorilla. I was always afraid Of its giant arms and oversized body But most of all it was the millions of fingers, The fingers that dangled and put me in a daze. I thought it would walk the'halls of the hOuSe Takinghmy family in its fingers and arms Then walk the tiny streets of our town, Killing everything until it satisfied itself. When I went.0n six, maybe seven, The gorilla rarely came out. I guess it just slowly died Until I got older! and its soul vaniShed from mine. Lee Jampolsky The Future Somebody-- Somebody care? 'Will we be alive? Can we still survive? As the flowers slowly wilt, We see the skyscrapers being built. The massive trees come crashing down With an awful sickening smashing sound. Now there is nothing left te be, And nothing left to see. Kathleen Daly and Linda Lyddon