"...Now kids remember, you have homework
Don't worry it's fun work
Write a poem at home
It can be about something made up or something happening at home Whatever your thoughts are, this is a good outlet
Just don't copy stuff from the internet
Grammar and punctuation will be assessed" said Teacher.
A few weeks later...
"
This is by Timmy
4 techer,
Ru 3 to tlk nxt lesson?
Each day, my pa beat me
Says I be a bad boy. locks me in the
Cupboard. ech day, i be s
-Uffocating nearly to death in there. Dis be happning
Ech time dat
My ma be workin late. pa hittin me b4 i go to skool. dats why i hav those bruizes teacher
Every day i wish dem police would come n put pa were all the other bad people go.
PS: i writ lik dis so pa think i stoopid and leve me alone. He taken me to peru coz of police. keep me in skool techer. Plz."
"Now class, let's see your poems. I'll read Timmy's first. I'm sorry but you get an F-. That grammar simply won't do in my classroom. Make your work legible next time"
The Teacher ripped up Timmy's work throwing it in the bin.
Acting like this grammar were a bad sin.
He failed to see what he was trying to say
And now his conscience will pay
Below are the events that follow;
a series of events, filled with sorrow
The foolish teacher failed to see
That the boy's poem was written poorly
Not because of stupidity
But due to a great tragedy
If you read every letter in uppercase
The boy's poem develops a new face
It's not written the best
But I digress
The boy is in trouble;
His fear increasing by the double
His father taking him to Peru
He'll be caged like an animal in the zoo
It'll take six years
Before the police discover his fears
The phantom behind his nightmares
That the boy couldn't sleep because of his nightmares
Now he rots in the loony bin
All because of his original sin
"Grammar and punctuation will be assessed" Teacher said
Now this boy is messed up in the head
He blames Teacher for his fate in a padded cell
He believes he should go to hell
And so the man escaped from jail
Paid for his father's bail
And like any psycotic father and son would do
They set out back to Peru
Meticulously planning the killing
Nothing could be more thrilling
Than quality father/son time
Planning their next crime
Into his chest, they plunge the dagger
Leaving him to stagger
to an inevitable death
And then he muttered in his dying breath
"I read your poem after throwing it in the bin. It took six years for me to find your location. And I... And I..."
And in that moment, on the ground lied his head
The Teacher was dead.
By LinkZelda
