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| Clever Girl >> Writing >> Poetry for the untalented Poetry written by a very bored Rachel in classes in 1996. Ode To Maths What is my favourite subject? I know that it is Maths You might think I'm a reject But I'm passionate 'bout graphs Maths teachers are so sexy I think they turn me on But when they act complexy My love of maths is gone Untitled Always when my parents look I have my nose stuck in a book But every time they look away I quickly run outside to play War Poem (written for English... the teacher was reading us a story, and for each line of the story we had to write a line of a poem... it was meant to be serious, but oh well...) We are tired, we are sick Our stomachs are heavy, they are like bricks We try to leave, to get away We cannot last another day We do not see, we do not think ,we move like drunken men I step on broken glass and get another cut again I smell a smell, an ugly smell, I'm surrounded by gas I shout 'Oh dear! Get out of here or you are sure to pass - Out!" We all put on our gas masks, the gas will tell no lies But Robbie Jr fumbles round and falls over and dies The gas is thick, a greenish pea-soup solour I cannot see my little brother! I see a monster coming, it looks like a petunia But then I get a closer look, my god - it's Robbie Jr! Why should people die like this? It really isn't fair For how would you feel if you were chased by a girzzly bear? Oh sure, that did not happen, at least not in that year But as I pushed that wagon, I wished I were in Sears! The blood comes up, the blood spurts out of Robbie Jr's lungs The blood - it looks like growing beans - oh yummy, they are mung! But if you had seen what I have seen, you surely wouldn't say That it is fun to fight and die for your country any day. Year 11 acrostics written by Rachel and Christina in philosophy. Behold the love between the Ravishing goddess of the sun And the prince of Darkness. One day she will Finally see just who she has been Obsessing over. The Reality of her lover's box will Consume her heart. She Has been there before this Romantic tragedy. If she can see through her lover, Satan, she will thank The angel of the moon who Implores her to leave. But No one can tell her the truth, she must Ackowledge if herself. This one is actually good. Because it's true. By Christina. ;) Emphatically Mutually Maybe even fatally Adoringly Lustfully Over-indulgingly Vexingly Embarrassingly Sometimes willingly Just Another Man Externally Suffocated A funny/lame poem I found in Smash Hits but liked. ;) I wish I were a teddy bear Lying in your bed And if you dreamt of someone else I'd smash you in the head Andrew's masterpieces One day whilst zooing I did see A lion who was eating me I knew that this was the case Because my head was in his face And yukky was his stinky breath I think the lion's name was Greth So I did give me some of my smint And in his eyes he got a glint Thanx Andrew you are a dude And therefore to you I shant be rude But eating you so ill timed I think I just should have mimed Cheers for the dental advice Now my breath is really nice One day as Anne went to the park She thought "I know, just for a lark, I might just sit here, really still, And pretend that I'm a duck called bill!" So she did and many cracked With laughter as she loudly quacked Some said "Dear, you look so sultry Cheer up girl coz YOU'RE NOT POULTRY!" She gave to them one big phooey: "Related I am, to Huey and Duey" They said "Anne that's mighty rude!" (But I still think that you're a dude!) back |
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