English Class
We made poetry.
But first, look at these pictures I made in History! 8D I was bored adn had MS Paint, okay? Shut up.
8D I was especially proud of the mouth.
Aaaanyways. So. Aren't honours english classes just the funnest places around? Yes. I think so. We made poems today, the ones made up of stanzas made of individual haikus. Each poem was a collaberative effort. Would you like to read? Yes, yes you would, because each and every poem I'm about to show you includes ZOMBIES, yay!
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This one was written by me and two friends of mine~ The poems were SUPPOSED to be about nature, but...nobody really enforced that...
art more for the mouth
such a sweet taste on your tongue
cherry juice stains red
red stains cherry juice
red stains a human's organs
organs help us live
zombies dont' live now
they just feed on human brains
with blood on thier hands
red smears on dead skin
pallid and grey;irony
mockery of life
just like pattinson
king of the fairies
and the unicorns
taking you to school
Hogwarts school of wizardry
back to the castle
Yes, it's supposed to be punctuated like that.
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This one was written by some friends of mine, all guys. The starred out name was two-syllable, and he kept sort of...veering the poems off-track... Anything is bold is the guy who was trying to keep things ON-track. That, uh...didn't go so well.
this is magical
don't ruin it J**** plz, ok?
or you will explode
i guess i will die
because if turtles can't fly
pizza will fart cows
the farmer's day starts
in the morning's first glory
and ends with the sun
there sun burns him bad
and gives him deadly cancer
now he is dying
with the cancer here
it infests itself inside
he's now a zombie
up from his grave
past the flowers and blooms
in meadows of green
it is full of weeds
that strangle all the living
and poop out noodles
om nom nom nom nom
i really like the noodles
om nom nom nom nom
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And this last one was made by the whole class. You can see in the middle where some of the 'normal' girls tried to sober it up a bit, which needless to say failed miserably. My wonderful teacher was the one to start with a fairly generic, nature-related haiku.
the sun is shuining
the snow is melting away
flowers are in bloom
...
canadians, eh?
love their blooming red flowers
but want their snow back
...
spring means the playoffs
end of the hockey season
he shoots and he scores
...
stanley's cup awaits
only elite will survive
glory shall arise
...
...in your mother's pants
your mom's face is in the pants
pants keep me warm
...
coats keep you warm too
in the wintertime snowfall
when the zombies run
...
though things may have changed
our thoughts may still be the same
things are still the same
...
actually no
everything is different
you are very wrong
...
look back on the past
from it you will learn lessons
everything will change
...
i remember it
the simpler way it was
when CAT was my love
...
well your cat is dog
great childhood memory
ruined forever
...
lost in time and space
like that one Star Trek moie
with Piccard, not Kirk
...
stupid fandom freaks
nobody like the Trekkies
Potter Forever
...
Ron's hair is so red
red is the colour os blood
blood is for zombies
...
holy crap, a zombie!
chasing me down the hallway
I think I will die
...
will be horrible
I enjoyed my life
no one cares, oh well
...
this poem is done
I will end it forever
one pink block of wood
...
this wood will eat you
and make you see its insides
and digest you all
...
and you shall depart
out of its wooden anus
into a toilet
...
down you go through pipes
and someone waits down there to
play baseball with you
...
it's full of dreams, now
your team is up 1-3
your team wins the end
...
the trophy is a cow
covered in red mushrooms, wow!
and eats your mother
...
(Back to 'your mother's pants' and continue forever. And ever. And ever. Amen.)
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So that was English~ Peace out.
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-Bot
But first, look at these pictures I made in History! 8D I was bored adn had MS Paint, okay? Shut up.
8D I was especially proud of the mouth.
Aaaanyways. So. Aren't honours english classes just the funnest places around? Yes. I think so. We made poems today, the ones made up of stanzas made of individual haikus. Each poem was a collaberative effort. Would you like to read? Yes, yes you would, because each and every poem I'm about to show you includes ZOMBIES, yay!
---
This one was written by me and two friends of mine~ The poems were SUPPOSED to be about nature, but...nobody really enforced that...
art more for the mouth
such a sweet taste on your tongue
cherry juice stains red
red stains cherry juice
red stains a human's organs
organs help us live
zombies dont' live now
they just feed on human brains
with blood on thier hands
red smears on dead skin
pallid and grey;irony
mockery of life
just like pattinson
king of the fairies
and the unicorns
taking you to school
Hogwarts school of wizardry
back to the castle
Yes, it's supposed to be punctuated like that.
---
This one was written by some friends of mine, all guys. The starred out name was two-syllable, and he kept sort of...veering the poems off-track... Anything is bold is the guy who was trying to keep things ON-track. That, uh...didn't go so well.
this is magical
don't ruin it J**** plz, ok?
or you will explode
i guess i will die
because if turtles can't fly
pizza will fart cows
the farmer's day starts
in the morning's first glory
and ends with the sun
there sun burns him bad
and gives him deadly cancer
now he is dying
with the cancer here
it infests itself inside
he's now a zombie
up from his grave
past the flowers and blooms
in meadows of green
it is full of weeds
that strangle all the living
and poop out noodles
om nom nom nom nom
i really like the noodles
om nom nom nom nom
---
And this last one was made by the whole class. You can see in the middle where some of the 'normal' girls tried to sober it up a bit, which needless to say failed miserably. My wonderful teacher was the one to start with a fairly generic, nature-related haiku.
the sun is shuining
the snow is melting away
flowers are in bloom
...
canadians, eh?
love their blooming red flowers
but want their snow back
...
spring means the playoffs
end of the hockey season
he shoots and he scores
...
stanley's cup awaits
only elite will survive
glory shall arise
...
...in your mother's pants
your mom's face is in the pants
pants keep me warm
...
coats keep you warm too
in the wintertime snowfall
when the zombies run
...
though things may have changed
our thoughts may still be the same
things are still the same
...
actually no
everything is different
you are very wrong
...
look back on the past
from it you will learn lessons
everything will change
...
i remember it
the simpler way it was
when CAT was my love
...
well your cat is dog
great childhood memory
ruined forever
...
lost in time and space
like that one Star Trek moie
with Piccard, not Kirk
...
stupid fandom freaks
nobody like the Trekkies
Potter Forever
...
Ron's hair is so red
red is the colour os blood
blood is for zombies
...
holy crap, a zombie!
chasing me down the hallway
I think I will die
...
will be horrible
I enjoyed my life
no one cares, oh well
...
this poem is done
I will end it forever
one pink block of wood
...
this wood will eat you
and make you see its insides
and digest you all
...
and you shall depart
out of its wooden anus
into a toilet
...
down you go through pipes
and someone waits down there to
play baseball with you
...
it's full of dreams, now
your team is up 1-3
your team wins the end
...
the trophy is a cow
covered in red mushrooms, wow!
and eats your mother
...
(Back to 'your mother's pants' and continue forever. And ever. And ever. Amen.)
---
So that was English~ Peace out.
---
-Bot