Introduction:
Basically, this poem is dedicated to my physics teacher, Mrs. Loi. Whether the purpose is good or bad, read it to find out. I've actually composed it the day after that last period. Leave your comments for improvements. I welcome them.
Enjoy!
THE LAST PERIOD
It started.
There was a storm.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared,
the storm was raging.
Mirrors were upright,
beams were reflected
and papers were marked with lines.
Answers were shown
Pencils were sketching
Pens were writing
Answers were filled in
The lesson continued
The teacher sang
She sang a lullaby...
The storm subsided
The mystical voice sang with strange words
that no one heard before
Everything became calm
though it wasn't over
Everything sank into oblivion,
though it wasn't over
Everthing was unusually silent
thought it wasn't over.
The storm had ended
and the voice sang on and on till
It ended.
Having read this funny poem or prose, what do you think is the purpose? Lol, as if it's like a LIterature killer question....nah, it isn't.
Although i wrote it so "nicely" (?) , it was meant to say that her voice was so high pitch and gentle that the whole class went to sleep. Futhermore, it was the chim terms that made things worse. (Her lessons are good for insomia)
lol.
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