New Players and Poem the First

Luckily for us, it seems that it's not only AP Spanish that allows for poetic creativity, but also the lovely AP Econ/AP Government combo. I now have a small collection of partner poems from that stimulating class, and I figured it was time to post them. Two more people have joined Damon and me in the poetry pass-around, Kristin and Andrew. Perhaps I will begin posting the rest of the poems with some sort of weekly regularity, as if this were one of those blogs where people sit there refreshing the page, impatient for the next update. I can dream. Anyways, I figured I'd begin with one all four us us wrote, so without further ado...

Poem the First (of 12th grade)

He feels sad,

really quite bad

though he's had

fun, he is mad.

Dared to steal that woman's purse

Now he'll have to live with curse

Her voodoo magic will carry out

The punishments he's heard so much about

It had been so easy

to look so sleazy

his gelled hair carried clout

but it was harder to carry it out

Fancy dress and smooth drawl

Seducing her had been a ball

All the while never knowing

That into his doom he was going

He knew right when the trap was sprung,

Like when you knew you have been stung

on the hand when you go to grab a flower

Or when there starts a sudden shower.

She'd made him infertile

Like an old, sad turtle

The sex was something

But his wife bore nothing