THE EDUCATIONAL EXPERIENCES OF AN (SOMEWHAT) EVIL CHILD

this is a funny sort collection of poems that I wrote for my poem book that i've been writing enjoy! PLEASE REVIEW!

the Educational Experience ofan (somewhat) Evil child

   SECOND GRADE

                   MY FRIENDS SHOCKING ENCOUTER WITH MYDAD

 

I remember when I used went to Shaw Heights Elementary school.

I spent most of my time acting like a brat walking down halls with my best friends chanting-

“MOVE OUT THEY WAY WERE COMING THROUGH BOYS RULE GIRLS DROOL!”

Like I said we were really annoying, anyway one day after school my friends got an idea.

They told me “hey we got nothing to do how about we go to your house it’ll be cool!”

I told them no but they kept on bothering me about it (which happened every day)

I told them no for about a week later until I couldn’t take it I caved in yelling “OK!”

So we agreed to meet each other in front of the school, I agreed with no fuss.

I said my Dad will pick us up they said “fine if we must”

So after a long day we sat in front of the school my friends and I

I warned my friends “don’t judge my dad and don’t ask why”

They agreed with me and waiting for my dad smiles so bright

My dad pulled up and they were frozen ice.

I asked them “what’s wrong he is really nice”

They backed away and ran away  yelling “OH MY GOD YOUR DAD’S WHITE!”

 

                                          SEVENTH GRADE

           ANGER ISSUES AND TENNIS TOURNAMENTS  

I leap for joy as I my ball flew past my tennis opponent wining my game.

I ran towards my team thinking I pass the semifinals now it’s time for time to win for fame!

I walked down and decided to drink my water filled with joyous glee .

When the two timed champion walked up to me and said “you’re gonna lose”

I laughed and responded “we will see”

I smiled as I walked on the court when the champion threw the ball yelling-

“You serve first you f*****g dork!”

I just smiled and kind of out of anger served a fast ball flying past him in a flash.

He looked at me and scowled I responded “well this dork’s serve is one heck of a smash!”

I served again this time a little bit slower he hit it back with a power of a bull dozer!

The ball knocked my racket out of my hands my confidence began to lower.

We both became pissed hitting the ball, each one harder than the other batch

We kept on playing until the score was 40-40 we were evenly matched.

I had the serve I knew I couldn’t mess up my next hit.

And right before I hit the ball he said something that made my heart twich

He said “guess what! Your sister’s a b***h”

Enraged I no longer aimed for an ace I aimed for something else

The champion’s face

                                      NINTH GRADE

             THE SPITFIRE: MY ULTIMATE PRANK

I hated my brother’s friends especially the nicknames I was given

They called my Purple rain II and Lil Prince so I decided to get even

Then, before I went to bed I went into the kitchen

I blend everything spicy into one evil concoction

So I called it the spitfire and I couldn’t wait

To burn the mouths as a reminder of my hate

So on the big day I went into the lunch room

And poured it down the milk carton hoping for their doom

I sat down and watched as they came in and told them

“Hey you guys sit down and drink you look so dim”

I watched as they accept my advice

I smiled as they drank it and soon they needed ice

That’s the day that my rest of my life was new and nice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Lior Alberto]

While the voice definitely needs more maturity to coalesce into something more coherent. It is outweighed by the enchanting stories you have to say.

Entertaining content, but mode through which the content is conveyed may need more development.
Keep working on it. Poetry is a wonderful art.

Cheers,
Lior Alberto