"eugh" poems
On the girl's side:
Are you going to winter formal?
No, I wish I was. They even have a candy bar.
On the boy's side:
Theoretically, if I was to consume cyanide...
You know you could...
On the girl's side:
Look at how perfectly I filled the gel!
Yeah, girl power!
On the boy's side:
Who filled the gel C?
I'll use you for my source of error.
On the girl's side:
Eugh, beef tacos:
I never eat them, only paninis and pizza...sometimes
On the boy's side:
Ooh, beef tacos!
Finally something good to eat.
I find myself smiling. It is true, I'm only describing a tiny microcosm
Not nearly enough,
to make conclusions
Aligning to stereotypes?
Maybe, I don't know
But I do know,
While listening,
I was fighting to keep a smile off my face
How funny people can be when you remove yourself from
Main character to audience
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
So many words, so many possibilities
So many verbs, such a strain on my ability
There are the rhyming couplets and metaphors
Not forgetting adjectives and similes, eugh such a bore!
Why won’t my pen just do as it’s told?
A decent piece of work is all I wish to mould
I need some help; I think I'm going insane
Why can’t I find a word that isn't so mundane?
I’ll count to one hundred and then have another go
But what if I end up with nothing to show?
I need to get words to paper, double speed
I could always pretend I'm ill, they’ll pay no heed
Need to think of something quick, before time runs out
If I hand in a blank page, I'm certain teacher will shout
Better do something fast, better think of something quick
I'm being glared at; I think I'm going to be sick
My work is being marked; I hope it’s not too frugal
Great mark! A- , thank god for Google…
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
Alice tied string round her fingers,
For each thing, lest she forget,
She'd done all the work,
Come up with the phrases,
And with friends in mind off she set,
Her first two strings were for Alfie,
The hottest boy in the class,
She unraveled each one, read its label,
"Hey Charlie, lose the glasses, then lose yourself"
"Tommy Digs shift, we don't want your fat ***
Her third string was for the patio group,
So she could sit at the benches every break,
"Eugh, wrieking Robin, you stink worse than the bin, take It with you and get away"
As the day wore on,
More strings were untied,
A trail of fraying strands in her tread,
Each one connected,
To the arms and legs,
Of Tommy, Charlie, and Robin at the other end.
As Alice was a puppet master,
One of many in her school,
With each new string to pull and tug,
Her popularity grew,
Alice tied strings round her fingers,
For each thing, lest she forget,
Each one she pulled on would tighten,
And scar an arm or a leg,
Cause her strings would entwine with others,
And the few most ensnared and caught,
Had no choice but to obey the ropes,
Tied around their Wrists,
their Necks,
and their Hearts.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC