Monday, July 17, 2006

A Poem for A

Ok, I have to say I did not write this. A gave her students an assignment to write a poem about death following a study of Huck Finn and how Mark Twain satirized bad poetry. This is the poem her junior girls wrote.

Oh! Poor Arynda.
She is now in Heaven.
She was sweet as Splenda
And died at the young age of 47.

While she was watching Gilmore Girls
And grading our plagarized work,
She swallowed a pearl,
And then croaked with a smirk.

She will go down in history
As being one of the best,
Her death is still a mystery,
Yet when she died she messed.


DCG said...

I don't even know where to begin...

PL said...

That's definitely... something.