a poem I wrote in 9th grade about my mom

[Dorothy Wood]

Haircut

I see my mother changing people.
Shining shears quickly slice
Perfect edges.
Hair silently, gently falling
To the cold floor.
Swept away, forgotten.

The loud hum of a blow-dryer
Transforming dripping hair.
A new persona.
Next please!





my mom just emailed it to me. I think it's pretty decent. guess what grade I got on it. the winner gets a cookie.

[TurdBerglar]

F-

[Bob]

this poem
doesn't rhyme
it sucks

[taquitos]

A+

[Dorothy Wood]

this poem
doesn't rhyme
it sucks


it was an assignment to write the kind of poetry that doesn't have to rhyme, butthead.

if you were just writing a poem and not trying to be a no good stink face, then carry on.

[Bob]

it was an assignment to write the kind of poetry that doesn't have to rhyme, butthead.

if you were just writing a poem and not trying to be a no good stink face, then carry on.

i wasn't trying to insult you
i was really writing a poem
i'm not being sarcastic :rolleyes:

[Dorothy Wood]

bob is a snob
corn on the cob
he puts vaseline on his knob
ask him to pass you the ball and he'll only lob
it

wait, that should've gone in the rapping thread.

[Bob]

bob is a snob
corn on the cob
he puts vaseline on his knob
ask him to pass you the ball and he'll only lob
it

wait, that should've gone in the rapping thread.

HOMOSEXUAL

[Dorothy Wood]

thank you taquitos
for your post
delicately typed
click
submit
it appears to my eye
a mirage
arising from the sea
of misery

[Dorothy Wood]

HOMOSEXUAL


KENNY GUIDO?

[Bob]

no i'm slimm

[Dorothy Wood]

yeah well, same to you, buddy! step off!

[Bob]

yeah well, same to you, buddy! step off!

i don't think you know who you're messing with, i have black friends?

[Dorothy Wood]

listen man I don't want any trouble. I'm just lying here with an ice pack on my leg and listening to sigur ros, I just...I just wanted to share a little bit of me with you guys and now things are out of hand. I swear to god i will punch you so hard in your spine if you don't shut your mouth.





huh, I guess I am a little drunk afterall. :cool:

[Bob]

yeah good luck i'm spineless

and drunk as well and up at 3:30 am on the bbmb hells yeah

[Dorothy Wood]

it's only 2:30 here, I win! FTW!

[Pres Zount]

That's a good poem
I bet you got
an average mark
I said
As if I gave a shit

But serious man
It's good for an early teenager
Serious

[Pres Zount]

I see your mother changing people
What, their clothes? I don't know.
Shining shears slowly slice
Paid by the hour maybe.
Reasonably sharp edges.
Hair silently, gently falling
To the warm floor.
Got underfloor heating
Installed.
Swept away, into a pile
Put in the bin, by Amanda.

The loud hum of a blow-dryer
Transforming dripping hair.
Same haircut as everyone else.

Nobody else booked till
Eleven.

[mikizee]

'Scared of the Dick'

Whats up girl I know ya scared of the dick
I thank Allah each day that I was paired with a dick
Checked into the doctors like 'this dont look right!'
Overgrown pubes my dude look like Suge Knight!
Doctor doctor what the fucks happening
he came back with bigger buts than Kim Kardashian!
But but but it can't be so big when you piss you gotta shake more than Ali!
Mirror mirror, is there a dick bigger?
There was none, put a ring through it call it Pierce Bros-nun
Pass out when the blood rush to it
Skeez suck the piece like they try to get the nuts thru it
The piece enormous, somewhat gorgeous
Blacksmith dick a sword if it was ball-less
Its got a mind of its own
It would forget me if I wasnt attached to it
I knew it, ya scared of the dick, no shit me too!
Its big!
Its large!

[Dorothy Wood]

well, I got a C-

we did this thing where people passed around their poems for other people to read without the names on it and the girl who read mine did it all annoyed like. anyway, it got made fun of and the teacher thought it sucked too. total BS!

I haven't thought about it in forever, but apparently my mom's still upset about it. enough to make it into a personalized e-card. ha.

[Randetica]

well, I got a C-

we did this thing where people passed around their poems for other people to read without the names on it and the girl who read mine did it all annoyed like. anyway, it got made fun of and the teacher thought it sucked too. total BS!

I haven't thought about it in forever, but apparently my mom's still upset about it. enough to make it into a personalized e-card. ha.

aww thats quite touching actually



i would have given you a C+ atleast