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The Lesson
A poem that raises the question:
Should there be capital punishment in schools?

Chaos ruled Ok in the classroom
as bravely the teacher walked in
the hooligans ignored him
his voice was lost in the din

"The theme for today is violence
and homework will be set
I'm going to teach you a lesson
one that you'll never forget"

He picked on a boy who was shouting
and throttled him then and there
then garrotted the girl behind him
(the one with grotty hair)

The sword in hand he hacked his way
between the chattering rows
"First Come, first severed" he declared
"fingers, feet or toes"

He threw the sword at a latecomer
it struck with deadly aim
then pulling out a shotgun
he continued with his game

The first blast cleared the backrow
(where those who skive hang out)
they collapsed like rubber dinghies
when the plug's pulled out

"Please may I leave the room sir?"
a trembling vandal enquired
"Of course you may" said teacher
put the gun to his temple and fired

The Head popped a head round the doorway
to see why a din was being made
nodded understandingly
then tossed in a grenade

And when the ammo was well spent
with blood on every chair
Silence shuffled forward
with its hands up in the air

The teacher surveyed the carnage
the dying and the dead
he waggled a finger severely
"Now let that be a lesson" he said

Roger McGough

I think learning this stuff is great fun, and its not to hard to work with either!
What about you guys? Like This Poem?

Scary...Very goticie poem..

Funny though, eh?

Yep pretty funny. Reminds me of something else that I can't think of...

dude poems su(k wots the point of them?


Heres a hiaku i learned (south park)


A$$ made of pork fat,
Jiggles like a jello bowl.
Mouthe i flaping too.

What's the point to anything?

Poetry is just a form of expressing yourself, like music. Personally, I love poems and writing poems.

There are some on my site (link in sig).

That poem in the first post was pretty good .

b.d

Abort, Retry, Ignore?
(based off The Raven, by Edgar Allen Poe)

Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still I sat there doing spreadsheets.
Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer,
I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store,
Only this and nothing more.
Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing,
Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more.
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token.
"Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!"
One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more,
Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before.
Carefully I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises.
The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more.
Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more,
From "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

With fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee, timidly, I pressed a key.
But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before.
Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore,
Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

I tried to catch the chips off guard, and pressed again, but twice as hard.
I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I swore.
Now in mighty desperation, trying random combinations,
Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.
Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before.
Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted.
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw a dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the night.
A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core.
The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

To this day I do not know the place to which lost data go.
What demonic nether world us wrought where lost data will be stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black holes?
But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more,
You will one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore,
Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

there's a reason what's in my signature is... well, there in my signature.

I've heard that before Moose. Its great.

I love poems; I always seem to find more than one meaning to any of them (which is of course something normal )

Here's one I made for my english class:
Surprise

What are you doing here,
You were not supposed to be around
I thought I had prepared;
Obviously, I walked the wrong way.

You are ruining my plans,
This is a bad omen for thee.

In my territory,
You have entered your luck.
Unfortunately for you,
I once thought you were gone.

Not awaited, you arrive,
Unprepared, you catch.

Most people will fall on you,
Eventhough you are chaos.
Shall light guide us away,
You throw us, once again, in shadows.

Infinity caught you...

The universe taught you...

You are unaware,
You are surprised...


Ok, I admit it's not the best one ever . But oh well... I seriously lack some vocabulary.

Well, it's OK. Then again my poetry sux!

I hate having to write poetry, but don't really mind it that much. Just when you're forced...