That's right, we get to deal with those annoying poems that are sylabically coutned and go 5/7/5. Some of note from me that I made up in class. . .
Futility
Constantly running
A mad dash through the city
Yet still overweight.
Stop It
Couples who make out
With the rest of us watching
To you-- we say stop
Tickle Me Extreme
Tickle me again.
Just wait and see what happens,
When Elmo stabs you
I was about to make the last line of the Elmo one be, "When Elmo cuts you" but I don't think anyone would get it here in Provo, expecially in my creative writing class.
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