...produced these poems. The first one my teacher actually asked me if I stole it from a book.
Poetry Revolution.
Teachers are scolding
parents are mad,
a revolution's starting
making all children glad
Poems won't be written,
save for a single one
which you're reading right now,
since this isn't too fun.
I have been ordered
by child decree
to record this in poetry form
for him, you, and me.
Children have rallied,
and childred have grouped
and we have decided
it's time for our swoop
We're not writing your poems
we're not fretting out over haikus
we refuse to author limmerics,
even for you!
This poem is the last
of it's special kind
they're going extinct
not far down the line
Young ones are pleased
with this new decree
that no poems shall be written,
oh yes, we're happy
But what's this you say?
I can't pass seventh grade?
This does not surprise me
not in a single way
I guess this poem just isn't the last
but it certainly isn't the first
of the rare children poems
that fill us with mirth
Oh yes, my dear teacher
you're really quite wry
with your threatening with repeating
made me wish I would cry
But you can bet we'll be back,
and we'll have an attorney,
and we'll start our crusade
our non-poetry journey.
What if...?
What if this assignment
isn't worth my time?
What if this paper
suddenly couldn't rhyme?
The world wouldn't stop
the wars wouldn't end
but my straight A grade average
would suddenly bend
People would frown
and people would gape,
"*NAME*!" they'd gasp
"You need a cape!"
For a cape is a mark
of a storyboook villain
and with my straight A's down to C's,
I'd be considered a felon
But apprently this assignment
just isn't such a bad thing,
because I just wrote it,
and I think it could sing
I'm very proud of this poem,
Oh yes, I am indeed,
but not to the point
of inducing greed.
So do me a favor
and don't hate my poem.
I almost had to work hard
for a good grade to take home!
Questions, comments?
Poetry Revolution.
Teachers are scolding
parents are mad,
a revolution's starting
making all children glad
Poems won't be written,
save for a single one
which you're reading right now,
since this isn't too fun.
I have been ordered
by child decree
to record this in poetry form
for him, you, and me.
Children have rallied,
and childred have grouped
and we have decided
it's time for our swoop
We're not writing your poems
we're not fretting out over haikus
we refuse to author limmerics,
even for you!
This poem is the last
of it's special kind
they're going extinct
not far down the line
Young ones are pleased
with this new decree
that no poems shall be written,
oh yes, we're happy
But what's this you say?
I can't pass seventh grade?
This does not surprise me
not in a single way
I guess this poem just isn't the last
but it certainly isn't the first
of the rare children poems
that fill us with mirth
Oh yes, my dear teacher
you're really quite wry
with your threatening with repeating
made me wish I would cry
But you can bet we'll be back,
and we'll have an attorney,
and we'll start our crusade
our non-poetry journey.
What if...?
What if this assignment
isn't worth my time?
What if this paper
suddenly couldn't rhyme?
The world wouldn't stop
the wars wouldn't end
but my straight A grade average
would suddenly bend
People would frown
and people would gape,
"*NAME*!" they'd gasp
"You need a cape!"
For a cape is a mark
of a storyboook villain
and with my straight A's down to C's,
I'd be considered a felon
But apprently this assignment
just isn't such a bad thing,
because I just wrote it,
and I think it could sing
I'm very proud of this poem,
Oh yes, I am indeed,
but not to the point
of inducing greed.
So do me a favor
and don't hate my poem.
I almost had to work hard
for a good grade to take home!
Questions, comments?
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