Let’s begin with some poetry, shall we?
You shouldn’t say this
A teacher lives for the kids
It’s not about you
Yeah, but this is my life, too
I like the kids and all but…
Been through this before
I ask for quiet. You talk.
Please sit. You stand up.
Let’s try to figure this out
Are you stupid, or just rude?
Both of these poems are Tanka. The syllables per line run 5-7-5-7-7.
Oh dear dear
Now I fear
I posted in the wrong part
Instead of here in “word art”
So I’ve taken the misplaced
Did some copy and paste
Going to give it a go
With what you see below.
I created a “Hallway Haiku” based on what I frequently hear in the halls. I have self-censored.
Sh!t. Mother F@cker
I can f@uckin’ kick your ass
Whore, bitch, c@nt, f@ck you.
The “Whore, bitch, c@nt” is usually uttered as a complete phrase, though the words can be heard separately as well.
Vulgar as it is, I thought setting it to poetry, especially a haiku, would mitigate the impact of the words and result in something close to ironic.