The Magical Door at My School
Let nobody hear this, but here’s something cool.
There’s a magical door, right here at my school.
Every time I walk in, I can’t possibly leave,
For I’ve witnessed some things that you would not believe.
I entered last Monday; ‘twas right around three,
And a tall dinosaur began charging at me.
Every stomp of each step made a thunderous sound.
So I shook and I shivered and so did the ground.
But on Tuesday I walked through that magical door,
And I heard a bat crack and a deafening roar.
The slide and the throw toward the homeward route;
Through the dust I could hear the ump screaming, “You’re out!”
Revisiting Wednesday, I flew through the air,
In a rocket ship powered by flame-flying flare.
I then visited Venus and sailed past the sun,
And I galloped through galaxies. Man that was fun.
And on Thursday, I walked through that magical door,
And an earthquake was shaking—more and then more.
So I tilted and toppled and staggered and stumbled,
And the whole place just rattled and rippled and rumbled.
Returning on Friday, I searched undersea,
I flew with the falcon and buzzed with the bee.
I went down the
while riding a mule,
Through that magical door that’s right here at my school.
You want to go too? Well then here is a game.
This magical door has a sign with its name.
And the letters that make up the name of the door,
You will find in this poem if you dare to explore.