An old poem

[hairbeast79]

I am cleaning out my room.  My closet holds many wonderous treasures, because I haven't cleaned it since the early 90's.  You'd all be proud of me because I finally got rid of all my old YM and Seventeen Magazines, my old calenders, and even my high school English projects.  (I'm kind of a pack rat) I have been cleaning for hours and my room looks

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disaster

[riggatoni]

That makes sense...I can't mock your dope rhymes (even though this didn't rhyme) because I really hate mandatory poetry...especially mandatory poetry with set styles. It ruins the freedom of poetry. So I can forgive you for this one.

I am really glad I never had to do one with the first word of the next sentence being the last word in the previous one. It would be a disaster
disaster it would be
be like mike
mike is a basketballing black guy
guy richie wrote the movie snatch
snatch...
oh, the places that could have went, but it won't.

I had the same english teacher for 3 year of junior high and she was evil with that crap. She also forced us to submit poems for publishing once or twice a year. I had one published in a national magazine. No lie.

it went something like

there once was a big brown bird
from miles away his squawks could be heard
one day the people got mad
the bird said "egad!"

and I don't remember the rest...and that part I know is sketchy. One of those ones with x # of syllables in some lines and y# of syllables in others...blah. It was total crap and freaks me out that it is some lame magazine somewhere.

but you get the idear. It is humiliating to be forced to write poetry and then read it out loud or submit to a national deal.

my haikus were the worst...holy crap. By 8th grade, they were just total gibberish.

either way, the teacher once wrote about how she used poetry as a reward for her students. We were gifted weirdos so people believe her when she says crap like that, but we all HATED it. Oh god did we hate it. She was old (not ancient, but old) and wouldn't button the top buttons on her shirts and lean over your desk to give us a show or some crap...even for 12 and 13 year old boys, it wasn't cool. HA! If you can't impress 12 and 13 year old boys, then button dem buttons!

but looking back, she wasn't too evil...but when I was a youngster, she was the devil. It is odd how growing up makes you realize things about people...especially authority figures like teachers.

Ok, I am gonna quit rambling now