this is a poem I wrote some time ago for TPS English 3, and because I’m in the mood to post something random, I’m posting this. =P It’s actually very pathetic; keep in mind I wrote about one-and-a-half years ago. And I’m not going to bother editing it in any way, so don’t judge the punctuation or anything.
Once in a land that was hilly
Lived a fellow who thought himself dandy
Folks considered him silly
Because he ate so much candy
And he often would sing ‘pick-a-dilly!’
Whenever the brandy was handy.
Not far away, in the same land
Ventured a girl who was buff
She hated to be still and be fanned
But people just thought she was rough
Said she: “You folks are so weak and so bland
But I know that I’m made of stern stuff.”
On a day that was real sweet and shady
The dandy decided to tease
He saw the brave girl and said: “Lady!
Just give me a kiss, if you please!”
She screeched: “I’ll punch you o’er to Haiti!
I’ll lop off your head, you big sleaze!”
He laughed a great “hee!” and laughed a great “ha!”
She scowled: “I’ll turn you to ice
And put you where you’ll never thaw.”
“Oh, gee,” mocked he, “that’s not very nice.”
“I’ll grind you like meat that is raw!”,
She quipped, with a look that would shrivel lice.
He had fair warning and did not heed
And that’s when she got out her mace
He was so scared that he started to plead,
“Now, keep that thing out of my face!”
The poor fellow shook like a reed
She paused: “Well, I might offer grace.”
She cleared her throat: “Say you’re sorry.”
At him, the girl stared with a glare:
“And don’t take it back on-the-morry!”
He nodded his head and ran like a hare
Then he took off in his Ferrari
And the girl rode away on her mare.