A/N: This poem was written by my creative writing class using “poetry machine.” This is a folder with a slot cut in it so that each student can only see the line of poetry before theirs. Each student contributes one line. Thus, it is not connected, but more like a rambling thought pattern. Please r&r—many of my classmates have never posted writing online before, so they would appreciate each and every review. Bonus points if you can guess which line is mine! ; )

Creative Writing Class Poem #2
November 15, 2007

---

’Tis the winter of our discontent

When we are so lonely

I miss him, my guy, Matt

But he misses her, that girl, Pat

She was his pretty lass

She never knew how he loved her.

He tried so hard to show it

He didn’t want to blow it

He wanted to lick it

Oh how he loved the taste of the juice

How the sweetness flowed through him

Making him yearn for more

I restrain from speaking

Because the words wouldn’t come out right.

And my lips are numb with the snow

---

A/N 2.0: Please forgive the accidental turn to the gutter. It wasn't on purpose, I swear. : ) Remember that each student can only see the line before theirs.