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Creative option Q1
I have always liked poetry, but never really had the chance to do any, so I chose poetry. I don’t usually write poetry, because most of my time is consumed by football, but I wish we wrote poetry in school, because I would much rather write poems than do a research paper. Ironic. I like poetry because it bounces, its not long and dragged out and forty pages long, its witty, and concise. The flow and happiness is invigorating and can brighten your day within seconds, as opposed to a fifty page chapter in which the main character gets his heart broken, which in turn, puts you in the bitter barn. Poetry is loose, and not too structured or specific. Made up words are allowed, and add to the overall tone of the poem. Imagery plays a big role, and helps to illustrate what the poet is trying to portray. There is no complications in poetry it can be fun, easy, and stress free, which is why I like it. It comes from your own mind, so there is no MLA form type 2 super long complicated citations that could take longer than the research paper itself to be made. Simplicity at its finest.
Poem 1 Manbearpig
Manbearpig was the beast of all beasts,
He’d feast upon all he could feast,
He ate a wide variety of things,
Gadgets, gizmos, doohickees, and springs
Trinkets, loaders, holders, and rings
Metal, plastic, paper, and glass
If he could he’d take a bite right out of your…
But Manbearpig just did as a Manbearpig should,
He did as he did, and that’s all that he could,
He lived in a cave on top of a hill,
Next to a town, where lived Jack and Jill
They were a pair that was matched by none,
If dared to a race, they was gone before “one”
One day Jack says to Jill
“My lady, I sure am up for a thrill.”
“What is it jack?”
“I want to go up the hill.”
“Are you on crack?”
“No, I just figured you might...”
Before he could finish, Jill was out of sight.
Running so fast they forgot all about
Manbearpig, who was, without a doubt,
Grouchy, mean, and in the poutiest of pouts.
For today he hadn’t eaten but a paper bag, and an old floor mop.
Jack and Jill approached the top,
When all of a sudden they heard a pop,
A bam, a crash, a rumble and a smash,
Manbearpig was out of his cave, and on a mad dash.
As Jack and Jill went to turn around,
The beast of all beasts smacked them to the ground.
This was the end of poor Jack and poor Jill,
and to this day Manbearpig still lives on the hill.
Poem 2 First day of school
My shoes, my books, my clothes.
“Yep, I’m alright.”
I take a look in the mirror,
“Yep, I look tight.”
I walked out the door, and got on the bus,
It took me to a place, I’d like not to discuss,
The classroom was smelly, the teachers were mean,
The girls were too inexperienced, and the food was obscene,
Talking was illegal, and fun was a crime,
The books were so heavy, they ruined my spine.
Everyday was a batlle,
The teacher would gripe, and ramble, and rattle,
The girls in the class were likely to tattle.
I would ask questions, always wondering why
The teacher took me outside and gave me a talk,
I believe she thought a wand of her chalk.
She waved it up and she waved it down,
I asked her why,
And her fake ”I like little kids, and enjoy this job, and am not under paid” smile
turned into a frown
She glared at me like a bull ready to charge,
Her nose blew steam, and her horns grew large.
She swept her foot front to back,
She was a creature called a teacher,
And she was ready to attack.
Lucky for me, and bad for her
I was a pro, and boy did I know.
I took out my red cloth, and I slung it around
I was more efficient than a rodeo clown.
I held my red cloth so that it covered a wall,
She knew nothing, and I knew all.
She charged as fast as she could,
Her efforts would do her no good,
She fell into my trap,
She collided with the wall, and made a thunderous clap.
I stood over her with a triumphant smile,
I had saved the world, so it was all worth while.
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