sonnets. pure gay-ness. :P
Date: May 27th, 2010 6:22:47 pm - Subscribe
Mood: moodless
- life is - : full of honey nut cheerios :)
In Potts’ class today,
We’re having a huge, massive Macbeth exam.
That’s why I spent most of last night, this morning, and all of break…doing “The Cram”.
Now my brain feels like it just might decay.
I really hope I do okay.
At least it’s not chem, where we must calculate in the gram.
Oh, how I wish I had the brains of Sam.
Then maybe, to this exam my grades will not fall prey.
“What is a possible theme?” – question number twenty-three,
I kinda understand, sort of.
The choices: “a. Macbeth”, “b. the murderers, those three”,
And “c. Unrequited love”.
But wait! Here’s another one! Can the answer possibly be
“d. none of the above”?
I finally arrive home, sweaty and late for dinner.
Jumping on me, my dog seems to ask, “Where have you been?”
I tell him, “Sorry, boy. I was running laps around the block, trying to get thinner.”
That said, I give him a little scratch under the chin.
And it might just be my imagination, but I can almost swear I see him grin.
But now, it’s a quarter to nine.
To make some food, I should probably begin.
So, for a nice, cold smoothie, some random stuff from the fridge, I combine.
There are frozen bananas in the freezer. Oooh! And here’s a bunch of grapes off our grapevine!
My dog stares at me, puzzled, thinking I’ve positively gone crazy.
Not knowing what to do, he starts a high-pitched whine.
“Oh, Landon. You know me – I’m just plain old lazy.”
Into the blender, these things I pour.
Yea, this is Jamba Juice, homemade and hardcore.
This Shakespearian sonnet
Is my very last poem.
After this is done, then I’ll be all set.
Since nothing seems to rhyme with “poem”,
i’ll just randomly announce that my “daddy” is Teyssier, Noam.
Once I finish this thing,
I’ll start my last poetry explication.
And once that’s done too, some relief to myself I’ll bring.
As soon as that one’s finished as well, I shall hold for myself a little celebration.
Although I will still have “Section C. Advertisement Analysis” to start,
I’ll have the greater majority of this poetry project done.
When this whole project is over with, I’ll head on over to the piano and play some Mozart.
Or, perhaps, I’ll take my dog out for a run.
But now that this last sonnet is drawing to a close…
I’m so grief-stricken, I must go blow my nose.
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