Poetry Time!

While it is fun to argue with a group of people who wouldn't actually listen to me if I put on tassels and set my hair on fire, I'm gonna do something I find a little more enjoyable (then again doing the splits in a kiddie pool full of lemon juice and razor blades would be more enjoyable).   So I decree (because this is my blog and I can do such things) that this is fun poetry day (so I'm basically Ms. Frizzle but without the science...ok bad reference).

Ode to the Bard

O Shakespeare, wherefore did you write this junk?

That now I must study in English 10?

I wander through your verses like some drunk,

And next year I must do it all again. 

The words you use are difficult and big,

Like “Verily” or “Forsooth” and “Anon”.

While reading “fain”, I’d rather be in Trig

And hearing “zounds”, my brain-cells are all gone. 

Why should I care about Othello’s plight?

Or the Macbeth’s, and all their rotten luck?

The Seven Ages maybe shed some light,

But to be honest I don’t give a Puck!

I hate Shakespeare because his plays all bite…

But Twelfth Night, I guess, sorta is alright.  

 Dancing in My Room

My high-tops are hopping in my own humble hall,

As I daintily dance in my own discreet dwelling:

Spinning in a saucy salsa I sway to Santana during my siesta,

While Weezer make me wiggle, in a weird waltzy-way.

The Go-Go’s make me giggle, galloping along with the guitar,

But the bawling beats of B.B King beg for the bluesy balance bounce.

A promenade with the Police is just piece of pie,

And the Lyrics of Lilly Allen lead me to a laughing lift.

Twirling in a tango, with Tommy Castro’s two-step Terpsichore,

And Queen’s quintessential quaver quivers quietly, and quickens me.

Colliding with The Clash and Killers I callously kick off conformity,

Then it’s Adam Ezra’s airy acoustics that accent my andante acrobatics.

“Partner-less”, I point out, as I pivot and point,

“Because dizzy dancing is most delightful when done by myself!”

College Haikus

Sitting bored in class,

Trying to see a way out. 

Stab pencil through hand.

Return to the dorm.

Unknown: roommate’s with a “friend”.

Quickly run away.

Tonight is meatloaf.

Who says college food is bad?

In bathroom all night.

Sure I’ll take that shot.

Tequila sure is tasty!

Where the hell am I?!

Next class is at 1.

I’ll just take a little nap.

It’s 4:30?! Shit!

I need a tutor.

Damn this guy is really cute.

D+ on next test.

Need to go workout,

Been eating junk-food all week…

Ooooh, mom sent cookies.

I’m done with my French!

I can go to bed early!

3 am Hulu.