Poetry Unit Essay, Research Paper

There once was a kid named Darren, Who’s room was surprisingly barren, He had no

toys, Like all normal boys, But he did believe in sharing. There once was an old

man named Esser, Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser, It at last grew so

small He knew nothing at all, And now he’s a college professor. HAIKU Morning

light appears The new day has awoken Nature stirs and sighs Spirits haunt my

dreams Skeletons muffle my screams Night as black as death EPIGRAM The days

become months and those become years, Only memories remain of both joy and

tears. The screams the cries and the pain, All of this goes on in one?s brain.

PARODY Galway Bay Maybe some day I’ll go back again to Ireland If my dear old

wife would only pass away She nearly has my heart broke with all her naggin

She’s got a mouth as big as Galway Bay See her drinking sixteen pints of pabst

blue ribbon And then she can walk home without a sway If the sea were beer

instead of salty water She’d live and die in Galway Bay See her drinking sixteen

pints at Padgo Murphey’s The barman says I think it’s time to go Well she

doesn’t try to speak to him in Gaelic In a language that the clergy do not know

On her back she has tattooed a map of Ireland And when she takes her bath on

Saturday She rubs the sunlight soap around by Claddagh Just watch the suds flow

down by Galway Bay. IMITATION Happy and Gay May one day I?ll go back again to

my homeland, If only faster time will pass away, It?s been many years and now

its dragging, That?s the only time I?ll be happy and gay. See myself

drinking six doses of bourbon And then I linger about and sway If instead I

could have plain water That?s when I?ll be happy and gay. See myself

drinking doses after doses The doctor says to take it slow Well I try to speak

to him about this In any possible way I know. On my back is a map of my homeland

And when the day will finally arrive Ill be running and dancing and singing

Knowing only the right place to survive. BALLAD Who Threw The Golf Balls In My.

Friends Chowder? My friends gave a party just about a week ago, Everything was

plentiful because they’re not too slow, They treated us like guests and we tried

to act the same, And only what happened next was an awful shame. Who threw the

golf balls in their chowder? Nobody spoke so we shouted all the louder, It’s a

little trick but we?ll catch the guys that threw, The golf balls in my friends

chowder. When they were cleaning the dish of chowder, they fainted on the spot.

They found a set of golf balls at the bottom of the pot. The neighbors got very

mad with their eyes bulging out. They stood upon the stand and loudly did they

shout. They took the balls from out of the soup and laid them on the floor. Each

of us swore that we?d ne’er seen them before. They were packed up with morter

and were worn to the knee. Only for what happened then it was just too sad to

see. When they came to, they began to cry and shout. They had put them in the

wash that day and forgot to take them out. The fellow neighbors excused

themselves for what they said that night So we put music to the words and sang

with all our might.