cleverjello's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pshaw. We're doing poetry in American Lit. I remember in 7th grade someone gave me the hilarious impression that I was a poetry writer. Ha, I say. HA! So throughout the rest of 7th grade and parts of 8th, I wrote these godawful verses. Then I finally realized that I should stick to prose because that's probably what I know and enjoy best. I do admire poets, as I do all writers. Mr. N_____ has us writing original poetry. I know my verses have improved since three years ago: 3-D glasses expel any hope of flatness. My paper fan mops up Oriental sweat From this old old cross I have to bear No this mustang has to shovel out vomit and heartbreak But situations change My mother scolds us inside our Camaro, However I now know that Buddy Holly doesn�t croon to me in the crevices of my And Marty McFly knows quantum physics. 2:41 a.m. - 1/31/09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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