Shrek learns of the horrors happening in his own swamp, and vows to set things straight. But he gets in over his head. Can Shrek stop these unknown forces of evil and make it home safely?

Once again, I wrote this for English class. The assignment was to write a poem in the style of Walt Whitman's 'I Can Hear America Singing' from his book Leaves of Grass.

This was yet another poem I wrote for my English 11 class. We had to do a romantic poem about nature, and who's more romantic than Shrek?

This was originally written for an English assignment. But afterwards I decided that I would take my love for Shrek to the next step with another chapter, and another, until I had a full five chapters of story. DISCLAIMER This is NOT the original Shrek is love, Shrek is life story. This is my own telling of the story. I do not claim to own or have written the timeless Shrek classic