Teenage Poetry
Hormones and rhyming dictionaries seem to go together. Let's celebrate this by publishing the poems you wrote as a teenager.
( , Thu 11 Aug 2005, 14:49)
Hormones and rhyming dictionaries seem to go together. Let's celebrate this by publishing the poems you wrote as a teenager.
( , Thu 11 Aug 2005, 14:49)
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6th Form English Lessons
Two poems written during english when I was 17 about my mates who sat next to me. Found in an old clip file in my loft last year.
Dean:
Dean,
Deany Dean.
Deany Deany Deanity Dean.
How marvellous it must have been
To have your parents name you Dean.
And I wonder if you've ever seen
A lima bean or a naked queen?
And do you ever use Mr Sheen
To keep your house so nice and clean?
Well Dean?
Do you want to join the team?
Dean?
Craig:
Craig.
Craigy.
Craigy McCraig O'Craig Craigahan.
You are a big twat.
But not fat.
Or in a hat.
You don't work in Badats,
Or like to fuck cats.
But you are a big twat.
Bjat, bjat bjat.
Twat.
Oooo, the wit and mastery of the text is sublime(ly fuckwitted).
( , Sun 14 Aug 2005, 14:40, Reply)
Two poems written during english when I was 17 about my mates who sat next to me. Found in an old clip file in my loft last year.
Dean:
Dean,
Deany Dean.
Deany Deany Deanity Dean.
How marvellous it must have been
To have your parents name you Dean.
And I wonder if you've ever seen
A lima bean or a naked queen?
And do you ever use Mr Sheen
To keep your house so nice and clean?
Well Dean?
Do you want to join the team?
Dean?
Craig:
Craig.
Craigy.
Craigy McCraig O'Craig Craigahan.
You are a big twat.
But not fat.
Or in a hat.
You don't work in Badats,
Or like to fuck cats.
But you are a big twat.
Bjat, bjat bjat.
Twat.
Oooo, the wit and mastery of the text is sublime(ly fuckwitted).
( , Sun 14 Aug 2005, 14:40, Reply)
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