Brown Bag Ballroom Poem by Bella Ravenstar

I had a dream
Atop an old school
High above the bustling city
In the basketball court
Someone holding a brown paper bag
Trying to create a ballroom from this paper bag
Huffed and puffed
No reward for their work
Finally it worked
A grand ball was held
Partying dancing
I danced merrily with a handsome fellow
Coughs and coughs
Wheezing Wheezing
Silver crystal poisoning
From the paper bag ballrom
With a collapse
People sick
No more paper bag ballroom!
Stranger than it sounds