16 January 2010

Poem, A Epic




MY HOMEWORK





My homework is unsupreme
And it made me scream
I don’t like my homework
It is my teacher’s fork


It’s their utensil
Along with their pencil
To force us to look like a dork

One day I fought the forks
To make us stop looking like dorks
They joined with spoons
From big lagoons
And now the are large sporks

The sporks are dorks
And I’m a fork
‘Cause I won the battle
It was such a rattle


And now I am unsupreme