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 Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:34 pm
Ok, so my teacher made us write an "informal sonnet" which makes no sense at all since there is no such thing as that, but it couldn't rhyme or have any meter or anythin' except for heroic couplets at the end. I made it so if you change some of the words to a synonym then it rhymes (I put 'em in parenthesis), but this is what I got:
Creamed Spinach is what I crave.
Rarely do I want another dish.
Each mornin' I wake with high expectations
And hope to get the food I desire (wish).
My taste buds scream for joy
Every time I take a bite,
Durin' the day I daydream of it,
Sometimes I think into the evenin' (night).
People find it weird that I love this meal.
I could care less what they say.
Numerous people find it disgustin',
And I gobble it down nonetheless (anyway).
Comin' from the fantasies I have dreamed,
Heaven in my opinion is creamed.
Oh yeah, and I wrote this when I was hungry for some creamed spinach, if you can't tell.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 6:43 am
xd complete and utter brilliance!!! (hahaha...utter)
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-RandomRadRainbows- Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 2:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 5:40 pm
Pure work of art,beautiful,genious! AMAZING! whee 3nodding xd
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 6:37 pm
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