Oh poems how I despise you. I hate when my teachers make me write you. I don't know what to do. You are like onions in my food. when I write you, you have no beat. You are worse than smelly feet. Writing you makes me want to cry so I rather not try. Oh poems you are so dry like the garden of Mr. Fry. When I write you i wish I could retreat in a heartbeat. I rather lie or kill a fly, than have to write you and almost die. Poems,poems, poems you are a disgrace like my aunt Mary Grace. You make my brain feel numb so I rather go dumb. Looking at you makes me want to barf. I rather choke myself with a scarf. Reading you could only be a crime. You make me feel sour like a lime. This is why you are banned. Never to return to my land. Please don't come back. If you do I'll attack.