SOME SAID FUCk

[BOBA JABA]

AND I HEARD IT!


FUCK

I SAID YOU MR FUCKING ROGERS

[elTussin]

June 3, 2007

Jacques Smith
0082 Shipwreck Cove
Shipwreck, Shipwreck Island 77314

Dear Mr. Smith:

We would like to thank your excellent contribution to the Artist’s Society For Rappers. You have shown devoted participation and attention to our group and your work is simply outstanding. Therefore, we would like to encourage you to become a candidate for Presidency.

We think you contain the necessary requirements needed for President and have the ability to attribute these characteristics onto others. You have exceeded our expectations of what a newcomer can do but you have accomplished so much in so little time. Due to this feat, such a high power is applicable enough to fit the standards of your personality and work. Your creativity is such a thing needed to inspire the growth of our club and that is our goal. We aim to not only grow, but develop into a society where rappers are respected and accurately represented. Your leadership can hopefully guide others into accomplishing this.

It is your choice, but we think you would make an excellent candidate for President and hope you sincerely think about it. We greatly appreciate your time taking to read this letter and performing the actions in our club. There is no pressure; this is simply an idea. We hope to hear your response on our proposal.

Sincerely,




Chris Speed
2301 Royal Drive
Winterville, NC 28590

[elTussin]

“Kirby Cream”

Come everyone, come one and all
To hear the tragic story of one pink puffball
Who’d spend his days merrily, happy and free
Always stopping, looking both ways to…pee?
But one day, he had somehow forgotten
To look to the left, over by the cotton
And so as he was…peeing, he was smacked from that way
And was beaten, tied, and thrown in the bay
Not directly in, but onto a boat
And his head soon filled with thoughts of becoming one’s coat
But that’s not what the kidnapper had in mind
For he took one look at Kirby, and thought he looked mighty fine
As a taste enhancer for one’s food
Preferably a bagel, on one not crude
So the kidnapper took Kirby by his little arms
And shoved him into a oven, where Kirby of course was harmed
And turned him into a warm, melting pink goo
Which he soon distributed all over the world for me and you
It came in a small container in grocery stores
Kirby Cream was the name by which people adored
They’d buy the stuff, and go home to their little tables
And would spread the cream on their hard, rock bagels
Mmm, they said, the cream was sure delicious
Damn Kirby...you make a mighty good breakfast!

[elTussin]

Chris Speed

(9) Reflective Essay
I chose to include my free verse poem, Kirby Cream, for several reasons. Instructionally, this piece accurately fits the requirements for the “Poetry” document in our final portfolio. It’s a free verse, written how I wanted to write it. In this case, I chose a rhyming style. It also fits the minimum of fifteen lines; it exceeds this minimum by nine lines. It also displays figurative language with its uses of imagery and metaphors. It’s descriptions of Kirby’s transformation into the round pink puffball he is to a melting pink goo on bagels is described vividly on how it happened; who did it and why. It allows the reader to imagine a scene of horror, as little Kirby is thrown into an oven and ultimately ended up on someone’s breakfast. The poem also uses metaphors: “And his head soon filled with thoughts of becoming one’s coat.” This is a comparison to what Kirby can become. He is compared to two products, coats and cream.
Creativity speaking, I think this poem displays a sense of creative style. I wrote it a while ago, but I think it’s unique in its ability to take a familiar Nintendo Character and tell a story of his depressing demise. It’s a physical manifestation of an individual’s mind and what he can stir up. It lets the impossible become possible, the ability to dig into a person’s mind and see what strange images it concocts. Now these images are on paper for human eyes to read.
Overall, the poem satisfies the conditions of both what the state and the mind require. The state requires the literacy guidelines of poetry. The mind wants its ideas, thoughts, and stories to be accurately displayed in reality so that others can know of its existence and appreciate its contributions.

[SHIT]

Harry the Man whore

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Chandler Picot English 3
Period 1 7/03/07

I chose to do “Where I am from” because it helped me to reflect on past experiences more than previously. I had to really sit down and think about what memories to choose. Needless to say I had to choose from quite an array. I finally chose some of my fondest of memories, such as significant family events. I chose the fried chicken because to me it symbolizes an essential part of my family. It is an old tradition that has been embedded in our family for generations. It represented an essential part of me. I also chose to have something in the poem to relate to my house. I moved out of my old house when I was 10 years old. It represents a large part of my childhood. Revisiting those memories made me really relive those days in the house. All of the old cartoons I used to watch.