Chatterbox: Inkwell

Inolerable Acts is a poem I wrote when I was in fifth grade. I showed the poem to someone on Nano (yes, you know her, I'll let you guess who she is) and she recommended posting the poem here. I must warn you, it is a tad long, but read through it. If you want, you can give feedback.

Intolerable Acts

The poem about 1773 the consequences after The Boston
Tea Party

We are being taxed unfairly,

All of us ache to be free.

King George is our ruler,

We wish that we were all, sir,

Free from that tax on tea.

One day Samuel Adams, our Patriot leader

Decided we had to stir,

The British, as you might wonder why,

Well, we must try

To stand up against what we think is wrong.

Samuel Adams told us a new plan

He told us that every Patriot, woman or man

Must boycott the tea

Without one small plea.

We obeyed to mad to disagree.

John Hancock announced that we must go aboard the Dartmouth tonight

 Dressed as
Indians in sight

And then we must dump the tea.

Everyone thought that this was the key

To free us from the terrible tax on tea.

In the dark we crept through the alley

Eager to make Britain understand our plea

We silently rowed to the boat

Some of us wearing a fur coat

We climbed aboard as quickly as could be.

We started opening the boxes of tea

Then we dumped it into the sea.

Slowly our boxes piled up

But none of us did once stop

As the boxes grew higher, higher than the sea.

The boxes kept growing and soon they fell back on the
ship!

One of our leaders called to us men to quit this trip

And go back ashore.

As we paddled each of us thought of this big
chore.

Finally we reached land and went back to homes.

The next week the soldiers announced a new set of
taxations

Without our representation!

All of us were furious, unable to speak

But we were brave and took a small peek.

The document was intolerable!

Britain decided to close the harbor
All of us outraged, even down to the barber

All of us wondered where to get food

Scrounging to get supplies, all of this changed our
mood.

Oh, what were we going to do?

             They forbade us to have any town meetings

Without any papers proceeding.

Then, soldiers we must feed

And we must supply for their every need.

These are some of the tedious acts.

The British officials took over our Massachusetts court

Then they made a Quebec Act making us snort.

All of our feelings got very confused,

That some of us decided to snooze.

We didn’t expect all this to turn out.

We all got angry and started to throw

Huge chunks of bright white snow

At the British soldiers in the street

We were all ready to beat

These unfair taxes from us all.

The commander said, “Don’t fire”

But someone did, that he had to hire

A panic occurred

And we all preferred

To be home in bed fast asleep.

Soon we started a war

Which is more

Then I can tell you

I hoped you learned something brand new.

Now spread the story of the Boston Tea Party.