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"Ode to Algebra in Haikuic Form"

I hate algebra.
It is so freaking boring.
So I sleep in class.

There is no challenge
for me in this stupid class,
so I write instead.

I write poetry,
prose and short stories and songs.
Nothing else to do.

My teacher's a loon,
she's crazy and talks too slow.
She makes me so tired.

So I call asleep
in class almost everday.
I hate algebra.

"Ode to Shoes in Haikuic Form."

My shoes are dirty.
The soles are unclean and soiled.
My laces are old.

No longer snow white,
but a sand colour.
I wish they looked new.

I remember when
I bought my shoes at the mall.
My mom payed for them.

My best friend Lindsey
gave me cool rainbow laces.
They were fresh and bright.

Now my new shoes and
rainbow laces from Lindsey
look old and worn in.

I suppose it's not
so bad, I just wish that my
shoes weren't so dirty.

.//haha! I found them in my old algebra notebook today. :oP