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When I Found Out I Had To Write Six Poems By Monday...
Mackenzie Morehouse | 7th Grade, Room 215
When I Found Out I Had To Write Six Poems By Monday (Having Not Been Here On Thursday Or Friday) I Panicked Until I Recalled A Seriously Awful One-Line Poem I Had Read In My Youth With An Absurdly Long Title—The Poem Itself Only Had Nine Words—And In Honor Of The Great Poets Of My Past (And Certainly Not As An Excuse For My Own Seriously Awful Poem, Which Was The Only Thing I Sowed From The Ground That Writer’s Block Had Left Barren) I Have Taken It Upon Myself To Write A Thirteen-Word, Three-Line Poem Inspired By That Wonderful Piece Of Literature That So Annoyed Me As A Child (I’m Sure This Will Not Go Wrong); or, Not Even a Haiku; or, This Is What Happens When You’re Exhausted And Have Writer’s Block: The Deadly Duo
Blame the lousy poet
who thought this was a good idea,
not me.