1) This was a poem where we had to use sevral certain words:
T’wis the most jolly day of spring
And a fair young kit asked his mother
“ Why do we celebrate Easter Mum?
So she groaned and hummed,
She didn’t wish to break her scion’s innocence
So his father said
“ My’sonny boy, we celebrate the resurrection
Of the messiah after his crucifixion”
So the little boy was quiet,
But he did wonder,
Where did the Easter Human fit in?
Why did he deliver a chocolate egg,
To every rabbit kit?
And why would a human do that?:
It's a joke on the whole Easter bunny thing, with the rabbits saying their point of view.
2) This is just madness, we had to use only one letter for word to start with, except for cojoining words:
Joking Jim Jumped Jolly and Jittering Joan Jived and Jiived for Jelly Jam Jeepes and Jimmy Jam Jelly Jelo! Jim the Jousted Joan for the Jelly Ham Jeeps and Jammy Jam Jelly Jello of Jovel Jonny. Jonny jumped to Jamy-Jam-Jam Jelloland of Jeepton Jumpers after Jim Jousted Joan.
Pure Insanity, perfect for a children's book.
3) This is the most serious and understandable of the works:
Mr. Geist tapped the table top, the ring of metal pen to metal desk. Mr. Dragon stared at him in short temper, but Geist ignored him. Mr. Nox was ranting on how project Onomatopoeia was going, how phase nyaa was over and phase woof was commencing. Mr. Ozymandias was nearly asleep, while Mr. Nova was actual asleep, but at least Mr. Van Hellsing was smiling contently;
“And so Omega Corp is confident this will succeed in this project. Any questions?” Finished Nox “Gentlemen.”
“I have one.” Remarked Mr. Geist,
“ Oh shut up you prat!” Growled Mr. Dragon; “ Your blood won’t boil with this project or, or, or sears busting, boils forming, teeth falling out or eye balls exploding.”
“ I’m not worried about the effects of Project Crimson.” Remarked Geist; “ I just want to ask this: can we be traced back too when the program fulfils it’s duty.” Mr. Nox grinned at the question,
“ That’s the beauty of my plan! It will never be traced back to us. After all it is a police update, and not private or virus, so we are saved from any trouble!” was the reply Mr. Nox gave to his associates, Mr. Geist merely made a small hand sign of thanks and grinned. The plan was simple, every human had a chip in their head, a chip linked to the internet, a chip now linked to human internal systems, faking drug highs was easy, but that wasn’t their lord’s master plan.
Thank you for reading those little stories, but is it me or is the poetry chossen for the english school course is just so stupidly annoying and boring. It's as if the system is a labotemy of the human cultrual sense.
It drives me sick we fury and wrath,
they attempt to scar my mind, my life,
to destroy the artist,
and create the bureaucrat.
I created that poem on the fly as I was writing it, which is just to show off. Not much going on but took a nice walk today and as always my feet where screaming in pain after wards, well not much going on here, but if anyone has anything they want talked about please leave a comment, so now I'll sign off,
The Orange Hater,
Myself
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Anywhos, I hear ya' with the poetry curriculum, all the poets are depressing but not in a fun way, more like a whingey "I'm so lonely! Feel sorry for me!" at least its not as bad as the poetry on the Irish course, don't get me started! òдó