humor from high school

[musicman2229]

I really love this section of the forum, and I hope I'm not being out of place by posting some more humorous poems among the lovely, meaningful, and tragic stuff I often find in here. This poem was a class project when I was a senior in high school. It is referring to an event that happened when I was a freshman. Needless to say, my high school english teacher was pretty open minded, or I never would have gotten away with calling a former principal "the sultan of the pigs," though to be fair, I felt this was justified because the principal looked like Miss Piggy.


The Chapeau Fascist


Across the frosted mountain peaks
Where flowing pots are halted,
There sits a red brick prison camp
And it's high warden, exhalted.
Today, it is an efficient place,
Though cold and covered with snow.
But it seems a petite paradise
Compared to four years ago.
She blew in on a desert breeze
The Board gave her the stamp.
She sat upon her blackened thrown
As warden of the camp.

The inmates barely noticed at first
For the changes started small,
Mostly enforcing old, meaningless rules
Like no hats in the hall.
No food outside the lunchroom.
No sweatshirts with a hood.
But after just a few short months
All hats were banned for good.
The swine queen was quite insecure
Knew all the prisoners.
She came down hard upon the hats
So the only crown was hers.
But no hats was not good enough
For the sultan of the pigs.
Her next decree declared the end
For bandannas, scarves, and wigs.

This secured the inmate's hatred
For the Chapeau Fascist, vile.
Hats they could all go without
But bandannas were the style.
The inmates approached the evil one
To discuss the ego trips.
But she stood by her decision
For "They represent the Crips!"
The prisoners then organized
And her policy was shot.
If a gang was what she expected
Then a gang was what she got.

Bandanna Day arrived at last
With a scarf on every head.
Her dungeon couldn't hold any more
And the rag ban lay there dead.
Her reign of terror ended
And not long after that day,
The Board just up and chucked her out
For a bogus resume.

Today the prison is efficient,
A beacon of order and law.
But they never forgot the greatest rebellion
That the prison ever saw.
They never forgot what evil came
From the ego of a hack,
And they never forgot the victory
When the captives all fought back.

[toomuch45]

wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww great yet sad poem i love this musicman
really shocking

[azulai]

I found it hilarious, musicman!
Very, very clever!!! Well done! Bravo!

I couldn't live without my hoodies!

Thanks for sharing. Post more, I'd love to read your stuff.

[musicman2229]

Haha it was no where near as dramatic as I made it out to be in the poem. So we got this new principal, who had just come from some teaching position in Phoenix, AZ. Gang violence is a big problem in Phoenix, so when she saw that everybody in the school wore bandanas, she freaked out and thought we had this huge gang problem in my hometown of 9000 people with two major universities. She decided to ban bandanas from the school, so some of the upper class men decided to stage a protest by having a bandana day. Everybody wore bandanas around the school that day, and every time we walked by the principal's office it was packed full of kids with bandanas on their heads because she insisted that the teachers enforce her stupid bandana rule. At the end of that day, bandanas were once again allowed. I decided to immortalize this momentous occasion with a cute poem. Don't ask me why I picked this protest, and not the one where we wanted to vote this lesbian couple prom queen and queen, the school wouldn't let us, and we protested until they caved. Probably because I was nowhere near out yet. Sorry guys. I was sort of a weenie in high school.

[Yuki]

Wow, I truly enjoyed reading this. A story written in a poetic style, I like it.