Substituted for the English teacher today. Assignment: write a 200 word poem about a scar. No particular style, but needed figurative language Here is my example:
The Scar
Going down the hill like a blur.
Tires were spinnin’ with a whir.
The bike, it went way too far
Oh my god, what a bloody scar.
Going down the hill like a blur.
Tires were spinnin’ with a whir.
The bike, it went way too far
Oh my god, what a ragged scar.
Going down the hill like a blur.
Tires were spinnin’ with a whir.
The bike, it went way too far
Oh my god, what a jagged scar.
The twisted bike went bang,
The warning sign went twang.
Blaring sirens like Jericho,
Bike n’ sign screamed, “Oh No.”
The twisted bike went bang,
The warning sign went twang.
Blaring sirens like Jericho,
Medic said, “We gotta go.”
The twisted bike went bang,
The warning sign went twang.
Blaring sirens like Jericho,
Poor guy’s gonna lose a toe.
Doctor took thirty-two stitches,
But I can’t scratch where it itches.
Guess it could be much worse,
If it itches I call a nurse.
Doctor took thirty-two stitches,
But I can’t scratch where it itches.
Guess it could be much worse,
Might have gone home in a hearse.
Doctor took thirty-two stitches,
But I can’t scratch where it itches.
Guess it could be much worse,
Scar on my nose would be a curse.
Doctor took thirty-two stitches,
But I can’t scratch where it itches.
Guess it could be much worse,
Teacher might not like this verse.
The Scar
Going down the hill like a blur.
Tires were spinnin’ with a whir.
The bike, it went way too far
Oh my god, what a bloody scar.
Going down the hill like a blur.
Tires were spinnin’ with a whir.
The bike, it went way too far
Oh my god, what a ragged scar.
Going down the hill like a blur.
Tires were spinnin’ with a whir.
The bike, it went way too far
Oh my god, what a jagged scar.
The twisted bike went bang,
The warning sign went twang.
Blaring sirens like Jericho,
Bike n’ sign screamed, “Oh No.”
The twisted bike went bang,
The warning sign went twang.
Blaring sirens like Jericho,
Medic said, “We gotta go.”
The twisted bike went bang,
The warning sign went twang.
Blaring sirens like Jericho,
Poor guy’s gonna lose a toe.
Doctor took thirty-two stitches,
But I can’t scratch where it itches.
Guess it could be much worse,
If it itches I call a nurse.
Doctor took thirty-two stitches,
But I can’t scratch where it itches.
Guess it could be much worse,
Might have gone home in a hearse.
Doctor took thirty-two stitches,
But I can’t scratch where it itches.
Guess it could be much worse,
Scar on my nose would be a curse.
Doctor took thirty-two stitches,
But I can’t scratch where it itches.
Guess it could be much worse,
Teacher might not like this verse.