| HUMOUR |
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| Here are some poems to make you laugh. |
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| DON'T HAVE TO TAKE IT |
| I am sitting in my class right now |
| As the teacher takes her bow |
| The class begins its frantic speach |
| As the teacher starts to preach |
| I sit writing, on my own |
| When I hear the teachers angry tone |
| I lift my pen and raise my head |
| I wish that I could go back to bed |
| She looks away and begins again |
| As I lower my head and raise my pen |
| I start to write to a friend |
| I am almost finished and at the end |
| Then once again she looked my way |
| And asked me if I'd like to stay |
| I replied with a silent, "yes" |
| And put the paper in my desk |
| She turned away with an icy glare |
| And I muttered that I didn't care |
| She spun around and stared at me |
| Then she told me I should leave |
| She pointed to the hall beyond |
| I knew of me she was not fond |
| I grabbed the door and swung it shut |
| It slammed and made a loud bang, but |
| The teacher did not come out |
| I knew what it was all about |
| She did not need to take this #@%* |
| She'd given up one me, she quit! |
| ;MARKETING |
| Over exhaustion |
| Eyes heavy like cement |
| I want to slip off and dream |
| Hands like rubber as I write |
| Relaxed on my desk I lean |
| Heart pounding to the beat |
| Of the chatter in the air |
| Legs wobble as I stand |
| I remain in my chair |
| The teacher roams the empty halls |
| As the class does the work |
| I lie on my desk exhausted |
| I tell you schools the worst |
| 15 minutes until the bell |
| The seconds drag on by |
| I wish this class would just end |
| So I can close my eyes |
| I want to breathe the fresh air |
| Out on smoker lawn? |
| I want to have a cigarrette |
| But the class just drags on |
| Now 10 minutes until it's time |
| Time to go home |
| It is almost time to go |
| So I'll have to end this poem |
| ENGLISH |
| I am sitting here really bored Trying to keep in my snores I really want lunch next Instead I have a biology test I know I am going to fail But if I skip class, I'll get nailed Why do I have to be here I could really go for a beer A Canadian in a nice tall glass I really damn well hate this class Brenna is falling asleep She is sitting right next to me I think that I'll sleep now too Class is over pretty soon My stomachs aching for some food Hey, what else is new! I really could go for a smoke This class is such a joke I gotta run, I'm gonna split Mrs E sucks and schools @#%* I really think this poems gay So I will end it right away Here we go it's over now I'm all done, I'll take my bow |
| ONCE UPON A TIME |
| Once upon a time In a sea of despair A little girl sat weeping Upon a golden chair Admist a world of treasures There stood a seat of gold Upon it sat a princess As beautiful as a rose Upon the young girls head Sat a lovely ruby crown But upon the young girls face She always wore a frown Her clothes were made of the finest clothes Her meals by the finest chefs But instead of being happy She grew all the more depressed Young men came to court her The finest in the land But none of them could convince her To let him have her hand Then one day, there came a boy A farmboy from below He bowed to her with empty arms No gifts did he bestow But upon his legs there sat a flute Carved simply out of wood The farmboy raised the flute And sat before her foot Never before had she heard a song As beautiful as the one he played It's music echoed through the halls Beyond the palace gates Villagers heard the sound And followed its heavenly tone Until a crowd of people stood Before the princess throne The farmboy finished his song As the crowd clapped with cheer And upon the young girls once frowned face A smile did appear But as the princess went to greet the boy Who had played the heavenly sound The farmboy and his flute Were no where to be found They say that day the princess laughed As loud as loud can be But the farmboy and his flute Were never again seen |
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| I hope you have enjoyed these poems. I hope they at least made you chuckle. |
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