I hate poetry-
there's no practical use
for the junk I'm writing
as I sit on my caboose.
Why should we analyze everything
when it's very plain and clear?
Why should we waste away
when we could be out wrestling steer?
The sails on the the ship moved as if being blown by the wind;
there's no hidden meaning!
Why look for fake stuff
the purpose I don't see it.
There is some purpose in classes
just not the junk we're doing.
Instead of reading a book
Let's get exercise by canoeing!
ROFL! I loved it-the rhyme scheme got a little wonky, but I still gave him a 100. He was surprised, but after all the other crud I had read, this was definitely original, and it made me laugh :)