Make sure something bad happens
You might wanna go to a solitude place
Maybe sit down
Have your heart ripped into tiny pieces
It's key to make your nose start running a little bit
Make sure you can barely breathe
Try grasping for air in between sobs
Have some tissues near by but if not a sleeve or hand works well
And last but not least perfect your make up so you look like a zombie

you're a social studies teacher
Trying to teach English
Stop.
Like no just stop
Before I come over there and hurt you
K thanks

Mr.Smola said that a poem is not a poem unless it ryhmes
Ahhh mr.smola
Do you really think that us poets Really have the time to just sit here and ryhme?
We have better things to do
Rather it's sit down and have a glass of wine or two
Maybe watch a tv show that is Devine
What about going to a bar and staring at someone who you think is quite fine
So mr.Smola is this clear to you
Am I getting this through
Or are you just looking up at the sky wondering why it's blue
A poem doesn't have to ryhme
Because obviously we just simply don't have that kind of time

Starts with once upon a time
Ends with the end
But what's in the middle
Maybe some useless rhymes
Maybe some nonsense
Or maybe some fictitious character as sour as a bad lime
Or rather a sweet character that gets herself into some sticky situations like pine
But maybe just maybe it's non of them
But that is often very rare
It is easy to write a fairy tale
Just do it with some care
Just have a mean old man or woman
Have a sweet young girl
And a prince coincidentally the same age as she and very fine
And a plot why they can't be together
See it's simple but that is your job to write one not mine

If you forget me
You won't just forget me
You'll forget the memories
You'll forget the moments
The time we had together
Everything
You'll forget everything
If you forget me you won't just be forgetting me
You'll be forgetting you too

Curiosisty was a mouse
And there was a rumor about curiosity that everyone seemed to believe
"Curiosity killed the cat" they would say
But really,
Curiosity never killed the cat
The cat killed curiosity

You are a photographer, your flash is extremely bright, people use to tell you to turn it off, but you wouldn't listen so they stopped speaking. You don't come around that much anymore so people either gather around in excitement or hide under there covers in fear. Your pictures are close to being rare.

You are the co-existent crowd, your clapping, roaring and cheering is often misleading. You are invisible but if you weren't I wonder what you would look like.

You are the muted out firecrackers your repetitiveness is calming over time. You make some people have the urge to run outside and  dance.