But really, most of the time, they have no intention of ACTUALLY following through with this.
So instead, I'm just going to pretend that you missed me, but that you understand that someone as HUGELY important as me has little time to spend with such INSIGNIFICANT PETTY lives.
I'm sure you understand.
Besides, I have a present for you :D That's right, kids! Poetry!
"Yaaay!"
"Woohoo!"
"Alright!"
"This sucks"
"Awesome!"
"Sweet"
Hey! Who said that? About this sucking?
**Tumbleweed**
Hmm... Was it you?
"Dude, I'm a blog"
Huh. Right you are. Hmm... Still though, was it you?
"... It... Might have been..."
Come now, was it you?
"... Maybe."
Hmm... I suppose that's the best I'm going to get...
Sigh.
Anyway. Here it is; My super awesome special scoopily-skiddiedizzletastic Poetry :D
(You're welcome)
**Clears throat**
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Based on John Donne's "The Flea"
Written by Ogden
John Donne
had no time-frame for his poems, Miss;
He could
weave his working hour around that and this.
For
instance, how long it took him “The Flea” to write,
I bet you
it took him longer than one night.
It seems it
would have been quite ridiculous to him,
He probably
would have thought us incredulously dim,
For a three
stanza poem in one night to complete,
For a few
arbitrary points to compete,
Surely it
would take a poetic elite?
Maybe one
more day isn't too much for to ask?
Then our lack
of homework, we would not have to mask.
I mean, the
rhyming scheme alone is difficult to fit;
One must
work slowly at it, bit by bit.
The
difficulty then increases with the line count,
Of which I
know Donne was able, I don’t doubt;
But no one
in this English class is John Donne,
He may have
found writing such literature fun,
But our
class are not bothered lest points are to be won.
Alas, the
poem must be more complex still,
For the
requirements of this assignment to fill;
Once the
poem is written, the argument conceived,
One more
idea from your head must be retrieved.
A name, a
title for this long p-...
Adieu.
