Poetry corner
A man sits in an old classic style chair in a well lit country room. Next to him is a fire place glowing bright, warming the room with its bright embers. On the wall near him is a large book case with countless books. On the other wall are pictures of strange looking men in weird costumes.
The man in the chair had shiny blue hair and a long white coat with a skull the left shoulder and spikes on the right. Truly creepy. "Hello boys and girls," The man started, his voice calm and emotionless, "and welcome to the poetry corner, with me, Legato Bluesummers."
Legato had a grin on his face, but not one of welcoming someone, but of pure evil. His grin broadened as he stood up. "Today we are going to be discussing how poetry describes us." He placed his hands together. "The poem that describes me best is a poem by Emily Dickinson. Have any of you ever heard of her?" He asked. No answer came back to him. "Oh okay. Well for those of you viewers who don't know, she was a poet who wrote beautiful pieces of art. She was born over a hundred years ago. Isn't that amazing?"
A scream from a fan girl is heard from the audience. "I love you Legato!!!"
"I know you do, but you are taken are you not Ms. Rain?"
The cameras zoom in on a black haired girl in blue jeans and a "Chevy" t-shirt with a Tennessee Volunteers hat on. "Uhh...." the boy next to her, whom looked maybe two years older than her stood up and growled at Legato.
He turned to Rain, "I'll deal with you later."
"Ooo, kinky." She replied. "But don't punish Legato for my outburst."
"You're right. You'll get your punishment later."
"Thank you Kiba!" The girl hugs him tightly.
"Anyways," Legato said, causing the cameras to turn back to him, "On with the show."
"Emily Dickinson wrote beautiful poetry. Many of her poems involving romance or great tragedy. The one that I think describes me is called 'I Like a Look of Agony'"
Rain could be heard cracking up laughing in the background.
"I shall read you the poem so that you can see if it describes me like I believe it does," Legato pulled a book off the shelf and opened it to a random page. "Ah, here it is."
'I like a look of agony,
Because I know it's true;
Men do not sham convulsion,
Nor simulate a throe.
The eyes glaze once, and that is death.
Impossible to feign
The beads upon the forehead
By homely anguish strung. '"
Rain once again cracks up laughing.
"Normally hosts of shows would kick an audience member that loud out, but considering that she is one of the only two people who actually came to watch the show I can't." Legato put the book away and sat back down on his red old English chair. "So what did you think?" Once again no reply came to him except for hysterical laughter from Rain. "That's nice."
"No one said anything you idiot!" Rain screamed.
Legato gritted his teeth, "Anyways, did you think it described me?"
"Uh DUH!" The same girl screamed. "Hey put me down!" The cameras turned back over to Rain. Kiba had thrown her over his shoulder and was carrying her up the stairs to the exit. "Where are we going?!"
"You need to suffer the consequences of your actions." He replied.
"Ooh....Bye!" She said enthusiastically, waving from over Kiba's shoulder."
"Now that we have the Tennessee loving girl-"
"Representin'!" Rain's voice was heard from the hall.
"Out of here," Legato said again, "We may get on with the show." Legato took a deep breath and laid his hands on his lap. "How about you children? Do you know of any poems that describe you? If not you should find one. Once you find that poem find a way to represent it. Like draw a picture of something that will remind you of that poem, or write it out and frame it and place it on your wall so you can look at it when you go in your room.
"Well children, that's all the time we have for today." Legato said. "I hope you come again. Have a hor- great day."
A loud voice spoke as the lights went dim in the set where Legato was sitting. "This episode of Poetry Corner with Legato Bluesummers was brought to you by Black Kitty Beer, remember, if you want to get intoxicated, the black cat is always there,
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"On the next episode of Poetry corner with Legato Bluesummers, great love poems, featuring Alone by Edgar Allan Poe." Legato said, the spotlight on him. "And maybe the people who review will come to the show this time. I hope to see someone else besides Rain. Goodbye boys and girls. See you tomorrow!"