English project
All West Jazz trouts on Saturday!! I'm going down Friday night to spend the night with Julia and Nan, then gettin up the next morning and blowin the walls down! :) yeah, right. Anyway! I hope I make it, I really really really really really want to. Like, seriously.
Ok, I know it's long. It took me a full two hours to write and rewrite it. I perform it in class tomorrow...wish me luck! I'm not going to quite the same extent as I did freshman year, but it's still gonna be a blast!!!
Enjoy!
The Fall of the House of Usher -Rap Style
by heidi saunders
It all started out with just a simple request
“I’m sick and I’m dying, not feeling my best.”
Good Roderick ole’ Usher was a buddy of mine
I could do him a favor, I’m sure it’d be fine
So I saddled up my horse and then started off
To see this poor fellow who had a slight cough
I pulled up to his crib and what did I see?
All creepy and dark, not a pleasant place to be
It was spooky I tell you, and very morose
Gloomy and terrible and just a little bit gross
Usher was happy, he musta put up a show
Told me some things that he thought I should know
His family was ill, right down to the core
He knew he would perish and soon be no more
His family hist’ry was of evil and doom
Usher’s chosen fate was of fearing and gloom
Now Usher had a sister, by the name of Madeline
And after she died, he was the last of the line
I only saw her once for a very short while
She, too, was very sick, cataleptic and vile
Well, the story goes on, there’s a whole lot more to say
The hours I spent there were ones filled with dismay
I learned more bout the family and their long creepy past
The things Usher told me, well, they left me aghast
To add to this scene from which I wish I had ran
I found that old Maddy had kicked over the can
Usher and me, we buried her down deep
In the dungeons, that is, not a fun place to sleep
With her coffin screwed shut and a lock on the door
We were filled with grief and sorrow, sad to see her no more
Not long after that Master Usher started flippin
I mean, before he was weird, but now he was trippin!
He was mental, vacant, restless, and mad
To simply get away would have made me quite glad
The insanity was catching, I was paranoid, too
I couldn’t get to sleep, didn’t know what to do
Then a storm broke loose, and it filled me with fright
Tremorring, alarmed, I sat up for the night
A knock on the door and Usher came in
He was hysteric and scary, it was more than a whim
I started reading a story just to make him feel better
How did I know? He coulda been a bed wetter!
Now as I started the story strange things did begin
There was ripping and screaming and a terrible din
What happened then? Well I was frozen in terror
But Usher sure knew and was a little bit scarder
“I heard her all this time and knew what was commin!
She wasn’t very happy and sure wasn’t hummin.
There she is now, standing without the door!”
Poor Maddy fell forward and both were no more
The storm was a raging and the moon, blood-red
But I didn’t stick, I just turned and fled
The house cracked right open in a whirling of wind
Fell in the tarn, was never heard of again.
Ok, I know it's long. It took me a full two hours to write and rewrite it. I perform it in class tomorrow...wish me luck! I'm not going to quite the same extent as I did freshman year, but it's still gonna be a blast!!!
Enjoy!
The Fall of the House of Usher -Rap Style
by heidi saunders
It all started out with just a simple request
“I’m sick and I’m dying, not feeling my best.”
Good Roderick ole’ Usher was a buddy of mine
I could do him a favor, I’m sure it’d be fine
So I saddled up my horse and then started off
To see this poor fellow who had a slight cough
I pulled up to his crib and what did I see?
All creepy and dark, not a pleasant place to be
It was spooky I tell you, and very morose
Gloomy and terrible and just a little bit gross
Usher was happy, he musta put up a show
Told me some things that he thought I should know
His family was ill, right down to the core
He knew he would perish and soon be no more
His family hist’ry was of evil and doom
Usher’s chosen fate was of fearing and gloom
Now Usher had a sister, by the name of Madeline
And after she died, he was the last of the line
I only saw her once for a very short while
She, too, was very sick, cataleptic and vile
Well, the story goes on, there’s a whole lot more to say
The hours I spent there were ones filled with dismay
I learned more bout the family and their long creepy past
The things Usher told me, well, they left me aghast
To add to this scene from which I wish I had ran
I found that old Maddy had kicked over the can
Usher and me, we buried her down deep
In the dungeons, that is, not a fun place to sleep
With her coffin screwed shut and a lock on the door
We were filled with grief and sorrow, sad to see her no more
Not long after that Master Usher started flippin
I mean, before he was weird, but now he was trippin!
He was mental, vacant, restless, and mad
To simply get away would have made me quite glad
The insanity was catching, I was paranoid, too
I couldn’t get to sleep, didn’t know what to do
Then a storm broke loose, and it filled me with fright
Tremorring, alarmed, I sat up for the night
A knock on the door and Usher came in
He was hysteric and scary, it was more than a whim
I started reading a story just to make him feel better
How did I know? He coulda been a bed wetter!
Now as I started the story strange things did begin
There was ripping and screaming and a terrible din
What happened then? Well I was frozen in terror
But Usher sure knew and was a little bit scarder
“I heard her all this time and knew what was commin!
She wasn’t very happy and sure wasn’t hummin.
There she is now, standing without the door!”
Poor Maddy fell forward and both were no more
The storm was a raging and the moon, blood-red
But I didn’t stick, I just turned and fled
The house cracked right open in a whirling of wind
Fell in the tarn, was never heard of again.