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Post by TheBoss on Apr 18, 2005 18:31:21 GMT 1
This poem was written by a 14 year old.....6 months before committing suicide.
"To Santa Claus and Little Children"
Once I wrote a poem and I called it chops, For that was the name of my dog, And Thats what the poem was all about, My teacher gave me an "A" and a gold star And my mother hung it on the kitchen door And showed it to all my Aunts.
Next I wrote a poem called "Question of innocence", For that was the name of my troubles, and that was what the poem was all about My proffessor Gave me an "A" and a stern and steady look, My Mother never hung it on the kithchen door, As I never showed it to her.
Finally I wrote a poem and called it "Absolutely nothing" For that was the way that I felt, And that is what the poem was all about. And I gave myself an "A" and a slash on each damp wrist. I Hung it on the bathroom wall, 'Cos I could'nt reach the kitchen
By Anon
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Post by tashmahal on Apr 18, 2005 20:25:34 GMT 1
u guys just dont got a feeling 4 poems........ (especially those who is copied ) i would like to say im best at homemade poems thats good homemade humor!!!
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Post by Chelidda on Apr 19, 2005 7:39:42 GMT 1
Boss.... that poem taught me never to read poems at work. Just to get us back on track, how about this little ditty a friend made as an ad for a Vampire RPG at a Con: "Roses are red Violets are blue I'm feeling violent How 'bout you?" ...and it was a good game, too.
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