Instant Memories –
international style
“Where did my fifth pen go?” I ask
I like to do my math homework in pen
Though my teacher calls it an atrocity
Red, blue, black
On a grid of sky blue—
No, this is not going to work.
Where did my fifth pen go?
Sitting here in Writer’s Craft
Listening to Eric recite from
“Shit My Students Write”
Looking for inspiration
In the pages of
Wikipedia
because it is the biggest
collection of
mostly
accurate
information
This is our last chance
To do utter nonsense
Before we must sit in
lecture halls
And read our textbooks
Under the glow of
Fluorescent lights
That hurt my eyes
I will not miss high school
But I’ll miss hearing about
How the environment
Is almost everywhere you look
And other such nonsense
Sitting here in Writer’s Craft
(possible poem goes here)
Now,
Where did my fifth pen go?
