I'm a Poet and I don't really Know it

October 6, 2012
By trainboy PLATINUM, Washington, Virginia
trainboy PLATINUM, Washington, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"The higher we go, the better we shall hear the voice of Christ." Blessed Pier Giorgio Frassati
"You may be what ever You resolve to be." General "Stonewall" Jackson


They told me to come up with a silly stinking rhyme.

But, I ain’t got no time.

So if you give me a dime,

I will make you some killer rib n’ prime.

They say that I have committed a crime.

But, that is a whole bunch of slime.


Here in Mathison’s class,

We are reading to get a food pass.

Somebody just passed the gas.

But, we ain’t fishing for no bass. (Yo)


I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.

Nor do I ever want to show it.

Because I know I won’t be able to throw it.

When they say that it is time to blow it.

But I will be able to sow it.

But can’t really grow it.

I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.


I am sitting here trying to think of something to read.

I have to choose between a good or bad deed.

The kid sitting in front of me is named George Mead.

I wonder if I should give him a lesson on greed.

Or, if I should help him plant a seed.


It is my turn up at the chair.

But, it is more than I could ever bear.

The kid in front of me is eating a pear.

But, I really couldn’t care.


I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.

Nor do I ever want to show it.

Because I know I won’t be able to throw it.

When they say that it is time to blow it.

But I will be able to sow it.

But, can’t really grow it.

I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.


My palms started to sweat.

It was too late to regret.

This wasn’t a boring subject.

So, I wasn’t going to object.


The whole world in front of me starts turning.

My head was churning.

It was like the whole room was burning.


I start to speak.

I was too scared to even take a peak.

But a wise man once told me I was gonna need to seek.

If ever I was going to climb the highest peak.

I was going to need to help the poor and the meek.

Just then the door started to creak.
In came a guy who looked very bleak.
He started talkin loud so, I said “What the freak!”

“I’m trying to read here!
So if you want, go shoot a deer.
Or go act silly in front of a mirror.
But when it breaks, don’t come running to me in fear.
Or I will whoop your rear!”

So out he ran.
He was saying “O’h man!”
I’ll bet you he drove off in a red van.
And, that his name was Dan.
Also, that he liked tuna fish right out of the can.

I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.
Nor, do I ever want to show it.
Cause I know I won’t be able to throw it.
When they say that it is time to blow it.
But I will be able to sow it.
But can’t really grow it.
I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.

So I continued reading my writing.
They say that there has been a UFO sighting.
But I don’t really believe them sense,
then there would be a lot of fighting.
All I know is there has been a lot of lightning.
So much that it has gotten mighty frightening.
On I went to tell of distant lands.
A place where there were many rock bands.
Were there were a lot of styles and brands.

I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.
Nor, do I ever want to show it.
Cause I know I won’t be able to throw it.
When they say it is time to blow it.
But I will be able to sow it.
But, can’t really grow it.
I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.

So on I went.
I told a story of a guy whose name was Kent.
When he was a boy, he had wanted to live in a tent.
But his mom said his dreams were bent.
She said that is wasn’t meant.
So when he got older,
He went off and became a soldier.
When he got out, he got a job as a plastic molder.

He went on to get a different job.
He was an architect with a man named Bob.
Then, one day he decided to start a mob.
They put him in jail so, he began to sob.

After a few weeks he got out of jail.
So, he decided to hike the Appalachian Trail.
But, now he tells the tale
Of when he was a kid, he would go out for a sail.
Then, always wait by the door for the mail.

Now he is gone.
His memories go on and on.
Now I am about done.
Just a few more lines just for fun.

I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.
Nor do I ever want to show it.
Cause I know I won’t be able to throw it.
When they say that it is time to blow it.
But I will be able to sow it.
But, can’t really grow it.
So you can go with the flow of it.
If you think you really know it.
Cause I’m a poet and I don’t really know it.

It is now time for me to end.
I hope you will consider being my friend.
If you need it, I will give you a hand of lend.

So this is good night.
Sleep tight, don’t ever let the bed bugs bite.
If they do, don’t come running to me in fright.
Or I will tell you to stay out of my sight.
Cause I’m a poet and I don’t really know it!
(Peace Out!)


The author's comments:
Dedicated to Mrs. Mathison and the 2012-2013 Creative Writing class of Rappahannock County High School of Rappahannock, Virginia.

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