Friday, 14 February 2014

Week Two Writing Task.

This week we were assigned with writing four different types of poems. They were to include a poem about a celebrity that was in the news for all of the wrong reasons. However, this poem was different to the others as we were told to write it badly. The other three we were told to find a story in a newspaper and write a character piece based on something that we had read. And then to take an object from the kitchen and a vegetable or a element of nature and to write a poem on this. The following is what I have come up with:

Smiley Miley
I twerk all day, I twerk all night. 
Twerky twerk.
Swinging on that wreking ball over there 
seems like a good idea.

Naked.Even better.
 This is a great idea.
Dogs all over my face,
A new tattoo on my body. 

Not sure where. 
Just anywhere...

Got daddy issues,
 I don't care.
Been cheated on, 
new song.

New song. 
Naked. 
New song. 
Naked.

Where's that foam finger?

Main man

The red shirt embezzles on my chest,
crimson like the blood that runs through me and the team.
This may not be us at our very best,
but I will not hide upon who I am.

A family crest is above my heart,
a forward that every team can never prepare themselves for.
Every weekend beings with a start,
not giving up on my game, it's no chore.

Captains arm band is only a reach away,
I will wear that one day.

Skies fall from heaven

Falling heavy damp drops,
Taking homes with no questions,
Forever flowing forward.

My chilly love

You my love control the cold;
Holding onto items that keep my heart beating;
I can remember the perfect day you were sold,
You are worth turning of the heating.
You contain all of me,
the purring you emit makes me smile,
holding even the smallest pea,
you have no need to look through my computer files.
As I open those smooth double doors,
the ice dispenser whispering,
I could never ask for more,
This is far more than just a beautiful fling.
I have to say with every ridge,
Thank you for being my number one, fridge.

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