Clever, clever

To continue today's poetry theme, Spacesocks would like to share a poem she wrote with a friend at a math meet during her senior year of high school.

Clever, clever, nasty weather;
that’s why we must all wear leather,
or lacking that, then maybe pleather
unless you choose a coat of feather,
or tie on a furnace with a tether,
and then we’ll all stay warm together.

A List

Here is a list poem Retrosweater wrote for ninth grade english class. She read it out loud for "Father's Morning" and it was a big hit with everyone's dad but her own. Her dad had to step out for a conference call.

List Poem

Birthdays 

Big Macs

The city air

Video games

Moisture

Second hand smoke

Television

Sunlight

The carpet Fumes

Things 

That are slowly

Killing you

Poems that Earflaps wrote in middleschool

From a young age, you can see I displayed an innate proficiency with language.

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Part 1

There once was a dancer named Earl

Who out on the stage liked to twirl

He thought this was fun,

So he spun and he spun

Until he was prompted to hurl

Part 2

Now it happened that Earl had a girl

Who witnessed his stomach unfurl

Mashed macaroni

And digested baloney

Convinced her to marry John Burl

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I look at you and suddenly

Something in your face I see

Tells me you've got leprosy

Inaugural Post

I would like to explain that I am actually three people. I know what you're thinking...and you're wrong, because schizophrenia is NOT multiple personality disorder. The three of me will be referring to ourself as Earflaps, Retrosweater, and Spacesocks.