Epilogue
(n. a concluding section at the end of a literary work)

You know how there should be another poem in this place, maybe written to the name two thirteen or something else summarising & concluding the series? Well sometimes, you get tired of acrostics, & these things never get written.

I must say that I am positively elated that this is done and over with. Yes, I am near five weeks off target but I am done, & that’s what matters, right now. You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to writing poems with the first letters of each line not pre-dictated. It gets frustrating, at times, writing is tiring work, I just couldn’t write one per day as I had planned.

No one (at my level, at least) can write 33 acrostic poems without help.

First off, much love to Stella for being my main proof reader, and for providing random words to start with. (She never got the sexual connotations I found in those words, but I suppose she hasn’t had half as much exposure to Mariel as I have.) If it weren’t for her, this would never have been completed – she continuously reminded me that “FIK YOU HAVE (insert number of undone poems here) POEMS LEFT TO WRITE HURRY UP YOU LUZZER”, or somewhere along those lines. And not forgetting her role as a pwnage vicechair & friend. I promise I’ll write a poem that uses lala, sooner or later.

Thanks also goes to those who endured my random outbursts of “WHAT STARTS WITH (insert random letter here)!”, especially people like Glen who provided long, vaguely coherent lists (though in the end I doubt I used any of her words).

And of course the Dictionaries, without which you wouldn’t have the definitions underneath each title which are annoyingly extra. I cheat sometimes and make my own, but mostly I take definitions from or the thick English dictionary which made my left leg go numb after leaving it on my lap for 10 minutes (depending on the internet availability), & then tweak it to suit the tone/subject matter of the poem at hand.

Finally, 213 – the bane & boon of my current school life (& effectively, my entire life). All 32 of you, with the agonised teachers, for being my inspirations (somewhat), and for being who you are. I started off this collection in an attempt to make peace with myself & coerce myself into believing that I really did like 213 though I did not, & 9 weeks later I no longer have to, because I really do love 213. For everything’s that changed & everything that hasn’t since all the stuff in Semester 1, & for the whole process of getting to where we are now.

& so, this is it.