Anyways, today in English class, this guy thought up the best simile about Winter Break. He said:
Waiting for Winter Break is like riding to the top of a roller coaster, the closer you get, the more exciting it seems.
I think that he is a complete genius for writing that. My simile was so lame compared:
Waiting for Winter Break is like waiting in line for the bathroom when you have to go really bad.
Okay, so maybe that's not really what I said, but it was at about that level of pathetic creativity.
Today we also had to write Cinquain Poems, which are poems that have 5 lines, that go:
2 syllables
4 syllables
6 syllables
8 syllables
2 syllables
Seems easy enough, doesn't it? The example was:
Listen...
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.
So I gave it my best shot:
there was a tree
it opened up to me.
Out came a monkey. Then it bit
me hard.
So I guess I'm not much of a poet. But I could be worse, right?
Anyone know any good poems?
Anyone know any good poems?
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