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| Poems Page 4 (this poem is a narrative poem of me talking to one of my freinds during english class.) |
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| Me vs Dora |
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Me: D.C. is evil She doesn't think so. She is, when she wants to be. (usually) Fran's ideas are rubbing off on her. Dora: Your are a devil. Me: I am not Dennis's angel. Oh wait, that's J.D., sorry. So are you kiddo. You're bad D.C.! Dora: I know. Me: Can't go to Hunstock wwhhaaaaa! Fencing that weekend. Dora: Poor you. Me: Thanx D.C. Your not so meek yourself on the strip, you know! Don't feed the T-Rex! Dora: Danger don't feed. (reffering to me) Me: She will eat you instead! She's always hungry, and wants to kill somebody. Dora: MEAN!! Me: I should include this in my weekly writing. Mr.D would love this. Just add some curses in it. Then it would really get interesting. This is fun. All I need is " the cat" (payaso), then we would really have an interesting conversation. Having fun with this D.C.? Dora: No! Me: I thought so. Dora: Thank you, I really apprieciate your comments. Me: Your welcome. Fran was pissed earlier. Dora: I know, 'coz of honor council. Me: I know. bad thing is, she picked up her foil. (fencing weapon) Dora: May I borrow some sabre equipment from senor? Me: That won't help you. Dora: Reduce the level of damage. Me: More like a slaughter to me. Dora: Yeah.... Yeah... yeah... whatever. I might run to your room to escape the hurricane. Me: You mean your dorm room, oh wait, we're talking about Fran, sorry. Dora: HA HA very funny. Me: I am going to see her at lunch. Dora: Good. Me: Tell her all these plans. Dora: MEAN!! Me: Thank you! Dora: You really want her to kill me? Me: No, just fun to watch her yell at you in the room. Until you pull out your field hockey stick. Dora: She already yelled at me. Me: Typical.... Dora: I know. Me: Can you say, "semi-sibling rivalry"? Dora: Why? Me: Looks that way, since you both claim to be sisters. Dora: I know. Me: Then quit it. Dora: Okay but... Me: We should do this all the time instead of free writing. Dora: Yuppy. Me: Yuppy, puppy! Dora: She said that it wasn't fair. But, but .... I am innocent Me: Not if you room with Fran. Dora: But... I swear to god i didn't do anything bad this time. The teachers did. Me: Don't swear, it's not good for you. Dora: I am proffessionally trained Me: Nothing's fair to her. Dora: Sort of depends on what she thinks and what we think. Me: Oh well, what can you do? Dora: Nothing but suffer. Just kidding. Me: That's nice. Evil girl! Dora: I learn it from senor, Fran and you. Me: I'm a good teacher huh? Well, would you like going to the next lever in torturing people? Dora: I already did it... Touturing my boyfriend. Me: Geee, wonder what you two were doing. Hmmmmm? Dora: I pinch, pull, twist his ears when he said something mean to me Me: That's not what I meant Dora. Good thing you mentioned where you did this. Dora: I know what you meant. In the dining hall yesterday. Mean! |
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