[ Sensei stands quietly at the head of the class today as class filters in, all obviously exhausted from the Halloween party last night
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[Reluctantly, oh so reluctantly, Chikusa had written quite an elaborate poem. It was full of fancy things he'd learnt while he was here like enjambment, iambic pentameter, congruence and parallelism, and to be quite honest, he was a little proud of it. So much so, in fact, that he decided against turning it in and chose to keep it for himself. Nothing to do with the fact that he didn't want to tell teachers more than they needed to know about him, nope. Instead, he shoved together a six stanza poem of rhyming couplets, which went like this.]
My best friend 'Til the end.
Will be there, I won't despair.
Pulling me through, I appreciate you.
Guide my hand, Just as planned.
I will follow, Every tomorrow.
My best friend, 'Til the end.
[After chewing on his pen for a good few minutes, the bespectacled emo kid amateur poet came to the conclusion that his father was his worst enemy. He didn't have a lot to say about him, though. Or put it this way - he did, but nothing that he could hand in to the school staff without arousing concerns
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Still not off hiatus, but...snarkfrogNovember 29 2010, 14:54:37 UTC
[Fran stared at the teacher in a more blank manner than usual.
Write a poem about his best friend? He didn't have a best friend--and, no, crazy princes didn't count. Bel was the person Fran spent the most time around, though, so...]
You are really, really crazy, And a bit too fond of knives, But we spend lots of time together... Wasting away our lives.
Oh, and I wonder if you have eyes...
THE END.
[The poem was pretty amazingly awful. Fran kind of loved it. He should pin it on Bel's wall or something.
Now for his worst enemy. He didn't really have one of those, either, but, there was one person he always tried to avoid...]
Title: I Am Not Your Apprentice
'Kufufu' is creepy, You say it when I'm sleepy, And when I'm wide awake, You say it for your sake, And if I were to complain, I bet you'd say it again, 'Cause 'kufufu' is creepy, And you are creepy, too.
THE END
[The boy looked at his second poem with satisfaction.
Now he could go bother other people to see what they wrote.]
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My best friend
'Til the end.
Will be there,
I won't despair.
Pulling me through,
I appreciate you.
Guide my hand,
Just as planned.
I will follow,
Every tomorrow.
My best friend,
'Til the end.
[After chewing on his pen for a good few minutes, the bespectacled emo kid amateur poet came to the conclusion that his father was his worst enemy. He didn't have a lot to say about him, though. Or put it this way - he did, but nothing that he could hand in to the school staff without arousing concerns ( ... )
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It doesn't surprise me.
I've already handed them in.
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Y'KNOW I'VE SEEN YOU STUFFING THEM IN THERE.
[Pointing at your pockets.]
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Write a poem about his best friend? He didn't have a best friend--and, no, crazy princes didn't count. Bel was the person Fran spent the most time around, though, so...]
You are really, really crazy,
And a bit too fond of knives,
But we spend lots of time together...
Wasting away our lives.
Oh, and I wonder if you have eyes...
THE END.
[The poem was pretty amazingly awful. Fran kind of loved it. He should pin it on Bel's wall or something.
Now for his worst enemy. He didn't really have one of those, either, but, there was one person he always tried to avoid...]
Title: I Am Not Your Apprentice
'Kufufu' is creepy,
You say it when I'm sleepy,
And when I'm wide awake,
You say it for your sake,
And if I were to complain,
I bet you'd say it again,
'Cause 'kufufu' is creepy,
And you are creepy, too.
THE END
[The boy looked at his second poem with satisfaction.
Now he could go bother other people to see what they wrote.]
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Enemies preferred prey, perhaps, but...?Friends!? Words could not accurately explain how irritated the suggestions would have made the boy.
Fortunately, the boy was rather single-minded, and had set himself to the task of checking that the students were working.
They were.
So he left.
Hibari had rounds to make.]
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