UFC #253

Sumax's Challenge

Write a Monorhyme poem about school in 250 words or less.

 

You can choose anything that happens at school, from first day, learning, playground games, fighting, teaching or playground supervisor, et al ... but the subject matter should convey the idea of a school setting.

 

A Monorhyme is a poem in which all the lines have the same end rhyme.

See example here …

http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/types.html

 

The entry must be in Monorhyme.

If is it not in Monorhyme and/or exceeds the 250 word limit, then it will not be accepted.

This one was very hard for me, because all my school stuff is so distasteful.  Anyway, I decided to go for it...

QUIZ TIME!

The day dawned bright and fair.

Teenagers everywhere

groaned loudly at the care

that Mrs. B made clear

she wanted them to share

in writing essays rare

on Chaucer's Chaunticleer.

Boys sat with faces bare,

and wished for their own share

of lazy summer fare,

of final moments rare

where they could take a dare

and kiss the shoulders bare

of girls down at the fair.

Girls fussed on with their hair,

and wished that they could stare

with longing eyes so clear

upon the handsome pair

of new boys over there

beside the wooden chair -

one boy would only glare.

Their teacher didn't care

that boys or girls weren't there

to learn about the fare

she had prepared so fair

for their especial care.

She really was aware

of each one's angry glare,

She put each in a pair

so they could each one share

the burden and the care

of reading Chaunticleer,

and memorizing fair

the lines about the dare

that caught him fair and square.

The fox out of his lair -

the students did not care!

The boys in lather rare

their goal would not forswear.

The girls sought to ensnare

the new boys in mohair -

they were without compare!

"Quiz time!" she did declare.

She knew this was warfare,

and since she would not swear,

she needed to beware,

or else the students there

would all her goals impair -

but she did not despair.

Pinning them with a stare,

her gimlet eyes aware

that no one had a prayer,

unless they had the flare

to let their thoughts cohere

on that poor Chaunticleer,

first question hung in air...

Copyright © 2010 by Teri K D Bannerman

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