(This is my surrealistic poem. The words I was required to use were Radical, Monumental, and Penguin.) –Jimmy Uhlich
 
 
The Pen is Mightier Than the Sword
 
The pen was thought to be mightier than the sword… 
The sword thought otherwise. 
The world is as quiet as the street lamp hovering over the empty street. 
The wind rustles like the wings of sprites, 
dancing along the moonlight. 
It was cold this evening… the penguins shivered in their small tenement rooms, 
long forgotten gatekeepers 
charged with the task of upholding their character. 
A character of monumental reform! 
One to make the children gawk in awe, 
like chicks in a rainstorm, 
slowly drowning in beauty. 
The war raged on. 
The pen was a swift mistress.