So I was sitting in English, and I had the most boring teacher ever, he just talks and talks and talks.
One day he was talking about a poem that compaired the people in the subway to dew on a stick or something.
Then he asked my friend to compair the people in the class to something, and she said "veal".
He then asked her to be more specific and describe, what is veal.
She replyed "dead baby cows" which over the period of a few weeks was turned into "dead dead, baby, baby, cows, moo moo" and whenever we had to answer any question that is what we would say.
And I love themes so when it came time for our poetry books, I picked a Veal theme, it was tricky but very rewarding to know that my classmates were throughly annoyed.
For your info the teacher man made us copy aspects of other poems so if it sounds familiar thats why
So for your viewing pleasure (?) here are my Veal poems:
Slaughter in a veal farm on a hill over a city
The End
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