Hearing your voice is worse than the sound of a dozen wet shoes squeaking against the shiny tiles like someone's breath pattern after running a few miles like a hoard of angry Americans who support Trump like Jacob Sartorious singing without autotune like someone scraping their long nails across a chalkboard a crowd of protesters on the side of a pride parade like Filipino parents when they bring out the video-oke like the cries of a make-up artist who was rejected from Sephora with their mascara running down their cheeks like the hysterical screams of an arachnophobe when they see a miniscule spider like the groaning of a stressed out student who forgot to study for his test like a thousand crickets surrounding me like the yelling of drunken men on New Year's night and throughout the day your voice still lingers like a deadly disease.
Soothing as a Screeching Violin -- M.R.
Your voice is so soothing as a parrot screeching because its feathers are being plucked. Your yodelling skills sound like someone trying to talk through the hiccups. You sound like a baby wailing because its teeth are starting to grow. Your attempt to act is like a pig attempting to fly. You play the piano yet a toddler improvising sounds better. You think you're so funny but kookaburras even stay silent You laugh at everything even when I just say Hi! When you wake up in the morning you sound like a screeching violin.
Close Your Mouth -- G.L.
When you chew, you sound like a man walking through foot deep mud and chewing gum at the same time. Like a rectal exam on a cow, it's disgusting and I don't want to hear it. You sound like sewage being pumped out of a septic tank. Like the tiny noise a pimple makes when being popped, but louder. Like the fleshy melee sounds in a videogame. Like a dog trying to eat peanut butter off its nose. It sounds like a fire crackling, but not as cool, more disgusting. It looks like fresh vomit that you just ate again. Sounds like a cow chewing its cud. Like watching a baby eat its mushed up food. So close your mouth.
Pensee Poems
Lions -- A.L.C.
Lion Roars very loud Defends all of its children Often found in a savanna A symbol of courage
Eagles -- Anonymous
Eagle Awesome and fast Soars down from the sky and hunts Flying quickly above the clouds A vicious predator
Rats -- K.P. Big rat Fat and awkward Runs fast in New York subways Usually near most sewers I want you as my pet
Haikus
Water drops lightly Statues soulless and lifeless Lily pads stand still. --A.L.C.
Red is primary Purple is secondary Colours of flowers --Anonymous
Stones, rocks, all one name. One thing that holds no value, but can also harm. --K.C.M.
Tall and slender trees. The trees are full of wisdom, they will never die. --Anonymous hacker
The turtle, old and slow; yet magestic and wise, beautiful turtle. --O.C.
Falling like a leaf the same way we fall asleep slowly and with grace. --J.D.
The fallen flowers carried swifly by the wind soon to be trampled. --Anonymous
It is autumn time. A leaf, no longer green, falls, softly kissing earth. --I.E
The water glimmers, the water lilies twinkle, as trees gently blow. --F.T.
Look at the pond, you'll see your reflection because it won't reject it. --F.T.
'Jabberwocky' rewrites
Harambe-wocky: A Representation of the Death of Harambe in the form of Jabberwocky
By: A.L.C.
'Twas calm and the zoo had a crowd, and Cincinnati had no clue: All staff and visitors were loud, another normal day at the Cincinnati zoo.
Beware Harambe, my dear son! The jaws don't bite, but the arms do catch! Don't fall in the enclosure, it's no fun, As you may be the one he'll snatch.
All zoo staff equipped with shotguns in hand, the little boy fell in straight. Harambe dragged him amongst his land, the parents were asking for oh dear faith.
In terrified thought, the boy stood still, the crowd was screaming, A zoo keeper was coming for the kill! And the sun was beaming.
Bang! Chugga! Chugga! and through and through, the silver bullets went snicker-snack! Left the boy alive without a clue, and that was the aftermath.
And hast thou slain, Harambe? Come to my arms, my son, whose consciousness was lost. O graceful day! Yahoo! Yahay! The boy was alive, but at what cost?
'Jabberwocky' Rewrite -- G.L.
'Twas dusk, and the slimy frogs, were jumping around in the grass: There was a heavy fog, And all of a sudden, breaking glass.
"It's the Jabberwocky, it took my son!" We could hear the queen yell. "We'll hunt it at the rise of sun." The next morning you could hear the hunting bells.
The hunting party set out, With ten of their best bloodhounds. And when the dogs started to pout, They could hear the earth pound.
The soldiers stood there in shock and awe, As they aimed down the sights of their guns. The last thing the colonel saw was a claw, And a soldier screamed, "RUN!"
Half the troops ran, half of them fought. The ones who stayed fired a few shots. But, it seemed no matter what they did, they were caught.
The few survivors ran back to the town, And the Jabberwocky stumbled back to its lair. They left behind many men down, But the Jabberwocky left without a care.
All the villagers were in a riot, And marched over to the Jabberwock's lair. The beast was tough, but they would not go quiet. They played the monster and saved the heir.
Don Trumpawacky -- O.C.
'Twas humid, and the sweaty crowds Did shuffle and push into the hall: All loud were the people, with their hats saying it all.
"Beware the Don Trumpawacky, my Hillary! The skin so orange, the hair that swoops! Beware the sexist comments, and hsun His devoted fan group!"
Hillary put her blazer on: Long time the Trump foe she sought - So before the debate took place, She stood awhile in thought.
And as in deep thought she stood, The Don Trumpawack, with eyes like quail's, Came bursting through the door, Complaining about e-mails!
No tax returns? What! Hillary's monotone voice went hahahey! He left speechless, and with that silence Don Trumpawack went trudging away.
"And hast thou slain the Don Trumpawack? Come shake my hand, Madame President! O joyous day! Hip! Hip! Hooray!" America chortled in its joy.
'Twas humid, and the sweaty crowds Did shuffle and push into the hall: All loud were the people, With their hats saying it all.