Here, I made a poem comprised of a series of couplets. I wrote it about how I feel on an average class at school.
A gentle roar, it fills the rom.
Building, building, until kaboom!
A quiet child, A Saddened child,
Decides this noise is not so mild.
The anger Inside, Soon it peaks,
A clenching fist, some gritting teeth,
And then his anger overflows,
How will this end? Nobody knows?
The teacher’s playing angry birds.
The student makes of this, absurd.
He tries to calm his angered brain,
He’s spewing steam, like an old train.
He then extinguishes this fire,
And thinks, of his one desire.
Then it’s reduced to a simmer,
And then the fire grows dimmer,
The day is over, he has won,
6 hours of torture, they are
done!
He heads back home and grabs a
pen,
Tomorrow, he will go again.
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