Okay, this is just a bunch of bad poetry several of us wrote in economics
class my senior year of high school.
Man...that would be back in Spring, 1998.
-John (who now be at University of Texas Plan II!)
Anyways, here’s the main reason I’m writing. Remember when we
did these
poems &
haikus, and Albert said he’d type them? (Some of you probably
weren’t
there, but some
of the poems are kinda funny.) Well, he gave them to me, and
I ignored
them up till now.
I had some time while I was recovering from my sprint last week, so,
in an
effort to finish
old business, I typed them up...all 81 of them. Here they are...
-Dawn (who now be at Johns Hopkins!)
The first line has 5
The second line has 7 <===haiku about haikus
The last line has 5
Juan Baldera
Cigarettes are bad
People smoke them anyway
Cough hack cough hack cough
John Meitzen
Economics sucks
You’re not supposed to say sucks
Sucks sucks sucks sucks sucks
JM
Groan mumble mumble
Sigh “Ah Crap!” turn around gaze
Albert lost something.
Dawn Waters
My butt is asleep
Please wake up but, pretty please
I think tacos rules.
(Juan Baldera?)
I don’t need diamonds
Just give me a big huge stone
Tied to my finger.
(Juan?)
I have a big stone
It is too huge and heavy
Time to die, stone giver!!!
(Juan?)
A bladder seems small
When I think long tiled halls
I must go soon now.
DW
Chalk one up for me!
I’ve got the strongest stream here
Look at the pee fly.
JB
Nineteen ninty-eight
*Ahem* “Pot, roach, roach, roach, some
other kind of pot.”
JB
Life i a glass house
Objects racing through the air.
I wish one would hit.
JB
Here we go again
Infatuation touches
I thought it would end.
JB -- Love longing adolescence...aww...
I’m buglugnutta.
Buglugnutta is my name.
I’m buglugnutta.
JB
Ms. Smith is a man
She doesn’t let us go pee.
Yup, she is a man.
JB
Bladder-lacking Smith
Just cuz she can’t urinate,
Stop the oppression!!!
JB
Inverted sentance
Has Ms. Smith a hairy chest.
Shakespeare was stupid.
JB
Flying whispered “Caw!
Caw! Caw! Caw caw!” The crows were
Calling him thought Caw.
DW
Seniors 98!
We are always the poets
Never the scholars.
DW
Pickles and Ice-cream
Tacos and Rudabegas.
Boy am I Pregnant!
JB
In my cell I sit
Looking out the long window
I starve while I gaze.
Out on Sandcrab
Boulevard.
Stacy Smalley
The clock rings loudly
Insomniac’s lullaby
I”m up already.
DW
Why is it so fresh
Outside-dnagling with dew
I watch as grass cries.
DW
I can hear music
Or perhaps a good friends voice
Well...they are the same.
DW
What is sanity?
A grey drug used to smother
Crazy carefree life.
DW
Mrs. M___ is so wierd
It might be how she was reared
Or p’raps it’s her beard.
Albert Sim
Some of Dawn’s haikus
Are rather touching somewhat.
Makes me want to cry.
AS
“For Mrs. Thomae”
The sky is so blue
And the air is refreshing
Too bad I’m inside.
AS
I am to sleepy
No spark to write so cheery
Sorry so dreary.
DW
Soon this day will be
undone. Upon its heels a
new one comes. Quickly.
DW
“Amy’s Limerick”
There once was a poet from Japan
Whose poetry no one could scan.
When told it was so, he said “yes, I know.
But I always try to fit as many words in the very last line as I possibly
can.”
There was a dumb girl named Amy Michelle
What was her problem no one could tell
But one day I told her: “Just go to hell”
And on her way there she fell.
Leigh Ann Jedlicka
Haiku, Kormatzu,
Both Japanese. O! To be
Free! Free Kormatzu!
DW
Juan is the coolest.
What more can be said of him?
It’s never enough.
DW
I’m a F.O.B.
Yes. I am proud to be one.
I’m a F.O.B.
Monica Lo
What’s a relation.
It’s a set of ordered pairs.
This is Calculus.
AS
“Mrs. Hansel”
Suddenly she speaks,
Interrupting the teacher
With a lis of names.
AS
Man. I hate Ms. Smith.
She is now very divorced.
Hates men with a passion.
TM [Tia Morris maybe?]
Who really likes her?
What kind of crap class is this?
E-crap-o-nomics!!!
TM
Cheese curds surround me.
All these Canadians suck.
I”m in Wisconsin.
Amy Hudson
I love ballroom dance.
Hold me long a close, Raoul.
One, two, cha-cha-cha.
AH
You are Catholic
The Pope wears a funny hat
I am Protestant.
AH
You wear a funny shirt.
I sit here smiling
Nobody knows what I know
I farted funny.
I really like shell-
She is an Asian person
She comes from Asia.
JB
If I were a cat
Life would really, really, suck.
Cough up a hair ball.
AH
I have a new watch.
I really, really like it
But the hands don’t move.
AS
(Not a haiku. . .just a thought!)
Does college suck?
What a great question.
Gus says “college sucks!”
ML
My name is Bubba
Bubba is a nice good name.
Is your name Bubba?
JM
Stupid FOB
Slant eyed, rice eating freak
Man they piss me off.
-Ken Ueng
f(x) = x/(x^2+9)^(1/2)
f(x) = y/(x^2+9)^(1/2)
Calculus is gay.
“Jennifer”
Through the intercom
She speaks so seductively
“Good moring, Calhoun.”
A.S.
Shelley’s eeyore rules
It is really really nice
She flashes it, wow!
JM
The students sit, tense
All eyes observe the school clock
Five minutes to freedom.
AS
“A Teacher’s Life”
“What?” the students ask.
“I just explained it!” says Teacher.
“Don’t you get it?” “No.”
AS
Mike is whistling. (wiss-suhl-ling)
It is Peter and the Wolf.
He can’t whistle well.
AS
Life sucks big Eeyore.
Eeyore is a big blue ass.
His tail he can’t find. Like love.
Ken Ueng
All asked her to squeal
Miffed and stubbornly, You shook
your head. We were sad.
AS
It’s made in China.
Funny how a new product
Quickly becomes trash.
AS
I see an error
An error is a mistake
What say you error?
Sunny Chen
She’s always pissed.
I think it’s flaming tacos.
Man, gotta love them!!
TM
We can write haikus
That is really amazing.
Now we are poets.
AS
“Meitzen”
John is grumbling. (grum-buhl-ing)
Better stay away from him.
It must be work night.
AS
They solicit me,
Those darn newspaper salesmen
I say, “I can’t read.”
AH
What is art?
Are we art?
Or is ART, ART?
Shelley Lai
With a lenghty list of names
Interrupts the class.
Mrs. Hansel
Al Sim
Inverted sentance
Has Ms. Smith, a hairy chest
Shakespeare was stupid.
J Baldera
Fania Fenelon
This would have been a haiku
But not anymore
Albert Sim
Always alcohol
Alcohol every hour
Inebriated
A Sim
Seniors 98
Never Sober, Always late.
Slackers, yes we are.
(Asian Stallion? ...or maybe
Albert)
Stupid FOBs
Those slant-eyed, rice-eating freaks
Man they piss me off.
Asian Stallion
The ocean is deep
And the water is so dark
Who knows what lurks there?
A Sim
Haikus are poopoo
I think they smell like doodoo
I think I’m coocoo
Asian Stallion (Ken Ueng)
“Procrastination’s lament”
I am so behind
I have so much work to do.
Guess I’ll take a break.
A. Sim
What am I doing?
What am I doing in school?
I think I’ll go home.
?
Talk Economics!
Don’t talk hair Michael and Juan!
Yeah, I like my hair.
(J. Baldera?)
Turn to page 19
in your economics book
ya’ll read it quickly!
(J. Baldera?)
Some men live to eat
But other men eat to live
I think taco’s rule.
(JM)
FOB’s are cool
Taking over U.S.A.
FOB power!
(M. Lo?)
USA, A-ok!
Who are these FOBs huh?
Go build a railroad!!
TM (who’s TM?)
Toilets would be weird
If we pooped out our belly.
Where’d we wear undies?
J. Baldera