English: Poetry

[irumino]

[Iruka shuffles into his class looking a little disheveled and worn for wear. With the stress lines about his face it's clear that teaching this class even though its only be one lesson was already taking its toll on the usually calm and collected teacher. He hands a few sheets of paper to each student.]

Today, students, we will be looking at poetry

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[murasaki_sabaku]

*glares*

Poems suck.

[irumino]

Even if you think that, its not going to get you out of doing the work, so you might as well do it and get it over and done with.

[murasaki_sabaku]

[Mutters about the pointlessness of this exercise.

After thinking for a minute, she quickly scribbles this down.]

'Though invisible,
Most powerful element
Can never be held.

To fly,
out of reach,
out of sight,
with no boundaries,
in any direction.
Mindlessly free,
it will never be stopped.
Tell me,
how can anything else compare?

ooc: uh for acrostic poems, it doesn't have to be a sentence right? i cant remember haha :P

[irumino]

[ooc: From what i can see, it doesn't matter what you do, as long as each line starts with the next corrosponding letter in the name.]

There you go, that wasn't so bad, was it?

[he smiles, looking over her work.]

Great, now just the Name poems and you're done!

[yuzudaki]

I like to eat ra
men a lot. Pork ramen is
the best I love it!

[Naruto frowns in concentration - this next part is so much harder >|]

Ramen makes me feel
not like a seal
but like a person who
feels full. FEEL!

[It's called a lyric and pop singers repeat stuff all the time so he figures he can too. ...He's so proud of himself for thinking to do that :D]

[irumino]

Uh. I don't think you can cut corners on a Haiku by cutting a word in half, Naruto... Try substituting other words to fix it up...

[Iruka leans over narutos work and with a pencil writes;]

'Consuming ramen
Pork is the best, i love it
I could eat all day'

This would work better, try writing another. Your lyric on the other hand is great. [Smiles.]

[murasaki_sabaku]

Hello again. Since I don't really know you, can you think of adjectives that describe you starting with the letters of your name?

[She smiles at him, intending to get him to do the work.]

[yuzudaki]

Hmm....N...Oh, I'm really nice!

Hey, I still have to do one, so you tell me about yourself too! T can stand for...[ok now he can only think of words like 'terrible' and ] Oh, TERRIFIC!

[sparklypony911]

The only problem
With Haiku is that you just
Get started and then

[Yes, he is so pro at these. Haiku are easy. :|
Its the stupid next one that is more difficult. But he supposes one poem should be enough for Iruka, right?]

[irumino]

[Guess again, kid.]

Your Haiku is very clever Sasuke, keep up the good work [Gives encouraging smile]

Just your Lyric and Names to do and then you can go~

[inkdicks]

[Sai sits thinking for a few minutes, before writing something down onto the paper]

I like Art the most
Drawing and painting pictures
Makes me feel at ease

He sits there now pondering the "name" poems.. he doesn't have any good ideas yet.

[shikaclouds]

[Looking around the class for his first victim for his 'Name' poem, he targets Sai, pulling up a chair to sit across from him, staring... He wrote;

S
A
I

on his piece of paper and went back to staring, brainstorming]

[inkdicks]

....

[will just sit here and stare at you :|]

[shikaclouds]

[His face becomes increasingly troubled over time as he tries to think of something.]

....

[He's hoping just by staring at you he will think of something. He stops staring for a second and scribbles down;]

Struggles with emotion
Art comes second nature
Interested in boys

[Looks at what he's written]

Ne, do you think thats alright?

[shikaclouds]

[Shikamaru looks at his blank page for a while, doodling little pictures of fluffy clouds in the shape of the word 'Haiku', he writes under it;]

White like marshmallows
They drift without urgency
Across clear blue skies

[He then takes the time to doodle 'Lyric' in similar style to 'Haiku' and writes;]

Such a wonder, the sky,
As the clouds drift by.
Have you ever wondered why?
Or where they go to die?

Here we all lie,
While we say goodbye,
And the tears we cry,
Will they ever run dry?

[He frowns at the poem, unable to think of any more rhyming words to keep the verses going and gives up, finishing off the page with more cloudy doodles]