Here, I tried to obey the rules...it's just not in my nature...do you like it?

Question

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How much grand typing is needed to write,
Some poems to bring her joy and delight,
Scrib’ling, dribbling, a hectic midnight flight,

Sweat and ink puddle under candlelight,
Thoughts and well runs dry, the paper, speechless,
Frustration mounts, no remedy in sight,

Will I be sitting here until first light,
Brandy flask empty, ash tray piled high
This proper English assignment’s a fight,

She tortures the minions for her delight,
Dashing us on these rocks so indignant,
How many suffer this terrible plight?

Can’t we just tell her to go fly a kite?
It’s Monday, not sunny, work piled high,
Or must we obey, because she is right?

Come now good poets, let your pens take flight,
Spinnig us stories of ghostly delights,
Show us your courage, your power, your might!

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Very good, Ev. The teacher is the evil doer.

Answer 1

I have to give you credit for trying,
Although some of your verses are dying, dying,
Still, other gently rise and are flying, flying.

I have little courage and even less might,
The years I have encountered are winning the fight,
I've surrendered, at last to this inevitable plight.

Answer 2

Cute. I love the english teacher as the antagonist...at least I think that's who you're railing against. But I believe you, poets to arms!

Answer 3

i like this one : ) I like this line 'Brandy flask empty, ash tray piled high' i always look at your poetry ( i just read them tho until i find a line or two that i like)

Answer 4

OMG! I seriously, seriously love this one. The rhyme and the choice of words are P.E.R.F.E.C.T!
....and i always like it whenever you write poems about poets and writers. =)

Answer 5

One of your best works yet!

Answer 6

I like it. The imagery is great.




God bless you.