Post by moonlightgranger on Nov 18, 2007 2:19:10 GMT -5
Okay, this was perhaps my worst written piece. I had to write a Narative poem for school. So, I present this to you.
narative poem
Cursed Reading Of Litterature
The big evil books,
Picked up by me,
It was good by the looks,
I open the pages to see,
I thought I saw a hook,
See see see see,
The words got mad and spoke,
Amongst them and decide to be,
The hardest text I ever looked,
At at at at by seeing,
So I took,
It to the sea,
Of waist hooking,
It up with some friend who would like to see,
It and so I left with an angry look.
Oh curse readings cursed readings,
I hate it so,
I write my thoughts out,
Not read stupid literature,
I couldn't stand it,
These evil book
attack me with their look,
The hard word seems to dislike me.
I did not touch thee,
Thus they couldn't scream harsh words at me.
Nay I wasn't going to let the hate and loathing burn through me.
I was bored one day,
Hey hey hey,
I was so bored I could brake everything.
Hey hey hey,
I didn't have anything to do at home, but be worried or abnoxious,
Hey hey hey,
I breathe out my stress with tears of grief for my vision,
Not once did I touch a wise cruel book.
I got so abnoxious one day,
My mama sent me to my room,
Told me to read a book,
I said I ain't even gonna look,
Mama mama mama,
I had a bunch of tapes,
My mother made me sit,
And listen,
I dozen I the tape
recorder scream boring.
I gave up after a chapter,
My mama told me to listen to Harry Potter,
I did not wanna do no listening again,
Mama mama mama,
Made me sit through the first six chapters,
Suddenly the book sucked me in,
It screamed stay and pay attention.
I listen and couldn't stop,
I thought after all books might like me.
My books and tapes pulled me toward them,
They told me they were sorry,
And to read them,
I put every book or tape,
Off the shelves if they holler at me,
Read read read,
Now I can't stop,
Every book likes me and gives me invitations,
Older and older and older,
More invitations come to me.
A bunch of books ask me to keep them in my library so now I, have An ennormous library.
The books all love me,
And now People think I am a bit strange.
Snigger snigger snicker snicker,
Hee hee haa haa,
Laugh laugh laugh,
My mum regrets the choice of heart.
Er er er er er er,
I still look back and oh doesn't it give me the laughs.
narative poem
Cursed Reading Of Litterature
The big evil books,
Picked up by me,
It was good by the looks,
I open the pages to see,
I thought I saw a hook,
See see see see,
The words got mad and spoke,
Amongst them and decide to be,
The hardest text I ever looked,
At at at at by seeing,
So I took,
It to the sea,
Of waist hooking,
It up with some friend who would like to see,
It and so I left with an angry look.
Oh curse readings cursed readings,
I hate it so,
I write my thoughts out,
Not read stupid literature,
I couldn't stand it,
These evil book
attack me with their look,
The hard word seems to dislike me.
I did not touch thee,
Thus they couldn't scream harsh words at me.
Nay I wasn't going to let the hate and loathing burn through me.
I was bored one day,
Hey hey hey,
I was so bored I could brake everything.
Hey hey hey,
I didn't have anything to do at home, but be worried or abnoxious,
Hey hey hey,
I breathe out my stress with tears of grief for my vision,
Not once did I touch a wise cruel book.
I got so abnoxious one day,
My mama sent me to my room,
Told me to read a book,
I said I ain't even gonna look,
Mama mama mama,
I had a bunch of tapes,
My mother made me sit,
And listen,
I dozen I the tape
recorder scream boring.
I gave up after a chapter,
My mama told me to listen to Harry Potter,
I did not wanna do no listening again,
Mama mama mama,
Made me sit through the first six chapters,
Suddenly the book sucked me in,
It screamed stay and pay attention.
I listen and couldn't stop,
I thought after all books might like me.
My books and tapes pulled me toward them,
They told me they were sorry,
And to read them,
I put every book or tape,
Off the shelves if they holler at me,
Read read read,
Now I can't stop,
Every book likes me and gives me invitations,
Older and older and older,
More invitations come to me.
A bunch of books ask me to keep them in my library so now I, have An ennormous library.
The books all love me,
And now People think I am a bit strange.
Snigger snigger snicker snicker,
Hee hee haa haa,
Laugh laugh laugh,
My mum regrets the choice of heart.
Er er er er er er,
I still look back and oh doesn't it give me the laughs.