For Your Enjoyment...

I thought you might appreciate the following imitation poem. It was composed by Matt Brockwell after a little slip during his poetry presentation. If you don't know Matt, his fro is quite impressive.

A Poison Tree

by William Blake

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

The Poison Fro

by Matt Brockwell

You’re angry at a split end
You cut it off, and it will mend
I am angry at my fro
I cut it not, and watch it grow

And I get my share of jeers
As if it had grown for years
I watched it grow for miles
And was left with few hairstyles.

So it grew with all its might
And it became quite a sight
It began to look like twine
I needed a new design

So I came up with a goal
And from there I took control;
The next day, my class did see
A buzzed head belonging to me

By: Matt Brockwell