This is something i wrote during english while the teacher was away. I suppose I'd better explain our english class to you so you'll understand.
our english teacher, after getting fed up with us decided to move the desks and assign us set seats. she let quite a few of the good, nice, charming people sit together and split the rest of us up.
unfortunately, she didn't realise that me and my friends are the best, nicest, most charming people in the class. so she split us up. not that i care coz i get on with everyone in the class.
but let's face it, our class is one of the (if not the) rudest, loudest, most selfish, and manipulative classes in the school. but we're nice people, honest. somehow, some of our teachers realise this.
so of course, we're terrible to every single nice teacher who ever comes near us. (that's our roll call teacher, she's the nicest in the school). So we attack every single substitute teacher we have. that's when i wrote this story.
we were supposed to be writing love poems or letters to Rosaline, or describing characters and whatnot. But i'd already done mine because we were meant to have already done them. (i told you our class was manipulative. we got a one week extension). So i was just being stupid and this is what i came up with. it's supposed to be funny. and it was at the time.
Fair Rosaline or Similies gone wrong

You are as fair, as air

You are as clear, as a deer

You are as gay, as a tray

You are as beautiful, as someone dutiful

You are as slack, as someone who likes to dak (a/n: for people who don't know the slang, that means to pull someones pants down exposing their underpants, and in extreme circumstances, pulling down their undies as well)

You are as rigid, as pigeons (a/n: i was thinking about Bert from Sesame Street at the time... i had a little Bert doll when I was little. My brother had Ernie.)

You are as bright, as light

You are as crap, as a chap

And most of all

You are like...

a TRIKE! (a/n: you know, three wheeled bicycle, see, i knew you did... it's just that one of my friends asked me what a trike was when i read it to her...)

Okay, that's the end, i know, very short. My comments are longer than this entire thing. Oh well, tell me if you thought it was funny. I don't think it's funny right now. But i do have a strange sense of humour. hopefully you don't have one quite so strange. I actually considered submitting the thing at the time. I went up and put it on her desk with the other stuff, even. then i took it back.