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Uhhh...I don't really know where this came from...we started a poetry unit and it kind of floated into my mind...enjoy?
Disclaimer: Actually, the only thing I don't own is the name so eloquently written below...the poetry is MINE (no matter how bad it is)
Poetry (is stupid) by Wally West
First, before we start, I wanted to let you know
I think poetry is stupid.
I'm only writing this because my teacher insisted
and it's not going to be good at all.
What is poetry, anyways?
A song, a list, a sonnet, I dunno!
It doesn't make any sense, it's pointless
I'll have you know
that I wasn't going to write this
but a 'friend' made me,
and now I'm sitting at a computer at twelve a'clock at night.
I could be sleeping, you know,
and what a gift that would be!
But no, no no no,
I had to write a list as long as Artemis's hair (please don't tell her I said that).
I could tell you about the food I ate,
a sandwhich as big as the Watchtower,
with ham and bologna and lettuce and cheeseandtomatoesandcarrotsandmustardand-uh, a lot of stuff,
but that's not interesting Robbie says.
So instead I'll write about the end of the world,
a dramatic event, I know,
but it wasn't that important, because reality made it so.
It wasn't real, was all in my head, that's what they say
so I'll run with that (ha, a pun!) and we'll see how far I go
before I trip and fall and crash into a wall
and lose traction and hit a mountain
and burn down, down, down to the ground
in a glorious explosion
that wasn't real at all.
Wow, uh, I didn't mean to write that,
so I guess this is off the board now?
Oh well, I guess I'll write another draft
and it'll be more boring than the last
but who really cares?
It's poetry, after all.
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Alyss