Bad Kid Poetry
posted by mihow on July 8th, 2003
This weekend, while visiting the family, I went through some old boxes in order to throw some stuff out. Along with finding a truly terrifying photograph of me as a 7th grade cheerleader (it wasn’t your average cheerleading squad, I assure you, as we were rejects, mere overflow from an actual try-out) Toby and I found a book of poems I wrote and illustrated in 1985. Here are two from that series.
- I hate the taste of brochlie
- I hate the taste of peas
- And I hate it when I’m teased
- People are always saying
- How stupid they may feel
- I’m sure I feel the same sometimes
- And that I says for real.
- Me, myself and I
- Are climbing up a tree
- There’s lots of things we spy
- Climbing up a tree.
- I spy the sea
- Hollared me
- And a bumble bee
- I see a fly
- Called out I
- And a guy
- Hollared I
- I spy and elf
- Called myself
- Sitting on a shelf
- There’s lots of things that we may seeI,
- myself and me
What a dork.
12 Responses to “Bad Kid Poetry”
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July 8th, 2003 at 04:58 AM
you can’t even spell broccoli. how RETARDED you must be…
July 8th, 2003 at 05:03 AM
OT: have you taken a look at this? http://www.roguelibrarian.com/diary/272/ link from zeldman.com
July 8th, 2003 at 05:03 AM
I am indeed. It’s no wonder I may feel stupid sometimes, eh?
I love broccoli now. And peas? They are awesome too.
I should rewrite this poem.
1985, revisited.
July 8th, 2003 at 05:05 AM
Thanks, grijn!
That book was super, truly. Even if Toby says it’s (at times) a “one trick pony” ;]
(no need to back this up, TJ, I understand your claim).
July 8th, 2003 at 06:28 AM
I love that you gave yourself bangs in the second pic. I recently found a diary of mine from around the same year (a cabbage patch kid diary, I might add) and one of my entries was soley on my excitement to watch “Alf” that night. Apparently, not much going on in 1985.
July 8th, 2003 at 06:30 AM
I particularly enjoyed seeing the handwriting sample. :)
Nice detail on the shoes, the smiles and the tilt of your head.
July 8th, 2003 at 06:32 AM
I’d like to know who the woman is in the pink dress, the one who’s laughing at me. I’ll kick her ass, I will.
And I’m not sure, but I think I have a mustache.
And is that pie?
July 8th, 2003 at 07:12 AM
I think it’s an aerial view of a glass of juice.
Apparently, even at that tender age, you’d mastered the skill of perspective drawing. Well…except for the couch.
Your brochlie, btw, is quite well-executed.
July 8th, 2003 at 07:26 AM
Proportion has never been my strong suit. look at the size of that plate! If brochlie were A) spelled that way and B) that large I might not like it as much as I do.
Glass of juice. Could be. Could be.
There are many more where that came from.
July 8th, 2003 at 09:41 AM
now that brochlie is like monkeys i like brochlie too!!!
July 8th, 2003 at 10:50 AM
brochlie is the new monkey.
please make a note of it.
July 8th, 2003 at 10:58 AM
I wish i could find that damn lemur story.
Note made.