post in the comments.
Good luck gentlemen
Pt. 2
I truly cannot decide who's poem is better. So I am going to take it to our high school english teacher and have them graded. She will decide.
Grades are in, the only complaint about each of them was that they had periods and thats not cool in poetry town.
Overall she liked Joes better so point for him.
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Here's one to inspire them.
A boy was born yet again
To parents named Carol and Ken
And the child always hears,
through his twenty-eight years,
that he'll never be cool like Glenn.
edited so that it rhymes
Boiling up from the earth like pitch black crude
I t was Sept.17, 1980 that a few firey hot X’s and Y’s combined to create 1 badass dude.
Reared by the hands of Beelzebub,
Killing and eating babies became his preferred method of procurring grub.
Eyes, one red like lava, the other as black as the darkest coal
Mother’s milk could just not quench the infantile thirst felt deep in his eternal soul
Everyone knew that Alan was a beast.
I t only took one look at his giant-sized, EEE extra wide feet.
Eventually though people began to accept him more than before,
Realizing that Birkemeier’s a pretty decent demon, who just wants to do his part to control the population more.
Alan Birkemieier: as strong as an Ox. Swift of tongue, but gentle of touch.
Desert Dweller, caveman virility. Sand in his cracks, but no whining he makes.
I think I pray Alan my soul to take.
Bibliophile and connoisseur of bourbon and bawdy limericks.
Nobody else has the courage to sleep in their clothes.
Nobody else even knows.
His history day medals would sink a battleship.
His eagle scout ring would put a dent in your spine.
To meet him I’d stand in line.
His trophies rival the gleaming dome of the taj mahal
From his triumphs in base, foot, and basketball
In the latter his dynasty beats all.
Each year his army of young minions grows stronger
Possessed now of social and historical lazer beam brains
Attacking those he blames.
Barbecue and lewd lascivious language are his province most clear.
The boundaries of those matters staked out by his golden hue.
And his rules are always true.
Ok, first of all, I would like to point out that I intentionally made my poem spell B-I-R-K-E-M-E-I-E-R with the start of each new line. It just didn't transfer well from Word to this blog.
Secondly...F#@$ the Dynasty!!
i'd like a second opinion.
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