What will I write about in this sonnet?
Of who's existence I really don't care...
Why, just the thought of doing it
Makes me feel the need for fresh air!
I cannot recall if it was to be themed;
And really do not know why it's required.
It makes us write things that we daydreamed;
I am conivinced all English teachers are wired!
But in a few months we shall be freed
Of this tiresome, troublesome task...
And nevermore will we have to plead,
But be able to relax and sun-bask!
Eureka! I've completed this dreadful sonnet,
And sustain high hopes of recieving an 'A' on it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Teachers are not wired, we're chemically imbalanced-especially those of us who teach high school. I grudgingly like this poem, being part of the 'wired' teachers as you so mention them. It is really cute, but there is a reason for you guys to write these sonnets, Goober. Seriously though, I do like this poem. It's very creative, and for lack of a better adjective, 'Barni-like.' (By the way, that's a compliment.)