Hey all u guys!! here are some poems!! U got any to suggest just send em over to FishTacoConPaTiS@aol.com...!! The llama one's are from our good ol' DiBiasi B block English class...!!
The Llama
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary
I got up to turn off the late night show
But tripped over my homie's goods
As I stood up and looked out my window
I noticed a dark and sinister shadow
Not realizing if it was a friend or foe
.
"How strange," I thought, "what is this thing?"
"Who dat?" I called, "I was jus chillin..."
When all of a sudden I saw what it was
A large purple llama, just out there sittin'
Sportin' new kicks, a FuBu scarf, and only one mitten
So I asked, "Do you want the "cheese" from the kitchen?"
.
I asked again, "Do you want the "cheese?"
But the llama just sat and stared
He looked at me with bloodshot eyes
I gotta tell ya, I was gettin' sorta scared
Nothing else, to my fears, compared
As his gold fangs were suddenly bared.
.
"Where'd you get your fangs of gold?
"Were you hit with a bat,
"In a black alleyway,
"by those thugz who are PHat ((with a P-H))?
"Who's yo mamma, answer me that!!"
The llama calmly replied, "Homie don't play dat."
.
The llama walked away with a limp, and pulled up his headphones
Standing on my outdoor mat
"Don't play me for a fool!" I sadly said
But he just turned his back to me and sat
"Are you ignoring me? Answer me that!!"
And the llama replied, "Homie don't play dat."
.
Nowadays all the llamas wanna talk
like they got somethin to say
but nothing comes out when they move their lips
just a bunch of gibberish
and all the llamas act
like they forgot about ... the cheese ...
THE END!!!
Written By: Linds C. Allie W. Crystal C. and some hoochie! alrite! go team go!!
..Anyways...there was another llama poem but i think i gave the paper back to linds so i gotta get it back b4 i put it up cuz its not memorized, ya knoe? hehe alrite, check back some time later!
Hey and here's a poem by Marko!
I.
I think to myself
"This can't be good for my health"
While I stare blankly at the computer screen
I finally decide
That I should take a sort of "ride"
In order to see a complete change of scene.
Then a realization
Ruined my whole idealization
When I remembered I can't yet drive
So I got off my rear
And paced far and near
And wondered just what I could derive.
My thoughts began to wander
To a time way back yonder
And somehow, I began to think of verse.
Amidst these wild thoughts
Came ideas I'd near forgot
But which my mind had just decided to rehearse.
A moment I took to settle
And start up the family kettle
For I knew that this could be a long night.
Then back to the desk I went
Like a child who'd been sent
To the war without knowing how to fight.
"How do I start?
I'm supposed to be smart,
Yet I can't even write a simple lyric.
Will I even get this done
By the time the clock strikes one?
Or should I run away and become a heretic?"
No sooner had I stumbled,
My mind's ideas jumbled,
Upon an overall theme for this writing,
Then I smelt a sweet sweet smell
Of some sort of food from hell
Which was ever so, and really too inviting.
I could no longer sit in torment
While my parents lied dormant,
So I sneaked into the kitchen and stole a piece.
Much to my surprise,
And also my surmise,
That the cake was inscribed "Dearest niece."
I stood in awe at what I'd done
Thinking of where I could run
When the morning comes and parents would arise
Already I could hear
Their utterances not so dear
And see the disappointed look in Annie's eyes.
I knew I must do something
My throat began lumping
Yet my thought process was nonexistent
I just could not think,
My thoughts out of sync,
And I must have blacked out for an instant.
When I fin'ly came to
I saw a sentence or two
On the white sheet of paper in my hands-a.
"It was all just a dream!"
I silently screamed,
As I began to work on the next stanza.
II.
Ironically, I felt
That with what this poem dealt,
It seemed that it should be the type to rhyme.
And yet, as I sit here
Watching midnight draw e'er near,
I find that I am almost out of time.
Since there really is no point
This poem so un-adroit
That I had to find a way to find some unity.
A-thinking went I again
Yet my thoughts went down the drain
So I decided to end this poem in ambiguity.
and here's another by marko!
Why is life so complicated?
Being human is overrated
By my mom was I just berated
Because the deadline I barely made it
The fight had begun and escalated
Until I was way beyond being jaded
But she went on and we still debated
At 3 A.M. I really hate it!
First it was small, then it elaborated
I thought it never to be faded
By 4 o'clock I could not be elated
But by mom's screams I was inundated
I would rather be incarcerated!
After all, we hadn't mated
(The girl and I had not yet copulated)
Yet mom was still too elevated
What she was saying wasn't even correlated!
Then finally I explicated
On her heel she gyrated
"Go to bed!" she instigated
"or no t.v. for you!" she indicated.
"OK, I'm going" I stated
Then to bed I went, since I was motivated.
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