A Pretty Prodigy From Alderaan

By EvelynHail

She had been written off by prophets of doom

who define and confine

one based on their whims

hailing from deep down

Alderaan, far from poor,

the diviners of disasters

looked down upon her.

But professors professed

that her sharpness was

on a raised, rare podium,

an acuteness's stadium,

and her hair buns and

clothing were institutions.

On a rump, Leia cruised

and danced and devoured

a feast of words, a fashion

show of figures and facts

a studious student studied

like a supermodel catwalking

to high acclaim on a walkway

of elegance and intelligence.

Her confidence conferred rays

of sunshine, polish and poise

on the pages of assignments,

exams and heavy cogitations,

she shamed scholarly schemes

and hypnotized her professors.