…here’s a poem I had to write for English class once.
What? It doesn’t always have to be all serious up in here.
I refuse to write this poem
You can’t make me, I won’t show ’em
No doubt my thoughts would be below ’em
They’ll just laugh (too well I know ’em)
At how clumsily I grow ’em
I’m skilled not, will not write this poem.
I refuse to churn out lines
Or wrack my head to spit out rhymes
To foot and verse I’m not inclined
Regardless of how loud you whine
At every turn, I shall decline
I’d rather plot a nice cosine.
I refuse to ponder men
Passed on fivescore years and ten
Who spent their lives in soggy glens
Staring at some silly flower
For a fortnight and an hour
Or locked away in dusty dens
Pale hands stuck to their pens
Pulling out their hair again
By some tricky verse devoured
Rhyming dictionary scoured
Do not such great poets end
In asylums, looking sour?
I refuse to write these verses
My mind is full of rage and curses
Ugly thoughts of zombie hearses
Not the rhymes that come to nurses
Trust me, you don’t want to know ’em
I just can’t, just shan’t write this poem.
I refuse to wrap my brain
Around these concepts I disdain
Similes blow right past me
Like the wind I cannot see
Lost I am with metaphors
Drifting off that distant shore
Alliteration is insane
Syllables that start the same?
Such a silly subject serves
Only to get on my nerves.
I refuse to waste my time
Grappling with foot and rhyme
To your pleadings I’m immune
Surely you will yield soon
I’ll resist all afternoon!
All assignments, I’ll forgo ’em
I care not, dare not write this poem.
I refuse, with my two hands
To crank out poems on command
Great musings you may demand
But I just do not understand
Iamb, trochee, anapest?
Surely you must be in jest!
Who among the devil’s pests
Sent to earth to cause unrest
Coined THOSE words? But I digress
I simply won’t put on this yoke
Pentameter makes me choke
I’d rather go and take a soak
In massive vats of rancid coke.
I refuse to write this poem
I just will not undergo ’em
My defiance is infinite!
This argument is stubborn, i’n’t it?
I really put my vocab in it
Persist you may, but I will win it
You can’t prevail...wait a minute.
(my teacher gave me on A on this poem and used it as the first entry in my class’s collection book)
This poem is actually genius though! LOL Brandon!:D
– Sherline.
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Why thank you, Sherline. Have a great day.
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It’s great Brandon. For one who resists so much. You have superior talent!
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Haha, thanks.
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hilarious, well resisted
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LOL, thank you.
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That poem deserves an A. It reminds me of a sonnet I wrote in college. The first line was “Nobody writes sonnets anymore.” I don’t remember the rest of it. J.
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I’ll bet it was good!
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Thank you for your confidence. If it was good, one thinks I should remember more of it. J.
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Talented little fella, but I didn’t want to tell ya, me thinks your head might get too big, but then I thought about the twig. – Bruce
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Excellent.
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That is awesome!
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Thanks, Janet.
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Nice one to make us all smile….that poem that you refused to write! 🙂
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Thanks for enjoying it, Wally.
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I did, Brandon. It was quite outstanding in fact. Poetry, humor, all rolled up.
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Whoops, wrong comment!
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Lol 🙂 I was confused for a moment there 🙂
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Wow lol
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Love this! My favorite lines are these:
“But I just do not understand
Iamb, trochee, anapest?
Surely you must be in jest!
Who among the devil’s pests
Sent to earth to cause unrest
Coined THOSE words? But I digress”
I love poetry, but meter escapes me. iamb, trochee, and anapest are some of my least favorite poetry terms. Thanks for sharing this post, though I would argue it’s quite serious indeed.
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Haha, thank you.
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OH my word! I so feel so much like this sometimes!
On Sat, Jul 1, 2017 at 8:58 AM, Brandon J. Adams wrote:
> Brandon Adams posted: “…here’s a poem I had to write for English class > once. What? It doesn’t always have to be all serious up in here. I refuse > to write this poem You can’t make me, I won’t show ’em No doubt my thoughts > would be below ’em They’ll just laugh (too we” >
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Heheh.
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