'Leven Forty

by Edwin Carrlington Thompsinson

Whenever Frame’s kids write ‘bout poetry
We paraphrase and we procrastinate
We do it late at night, while watching Glee
But we don’t care, it’s time to graduate

And we always make up last minute BS
And we always print our essays in the core
We start to write when West Ranch TV says
“Good-morning,” – let’s face it, the rest, even I ignore.

But we are smart – yes, smarter than we appear
And committed to school, even if just for the As.
It’s time to have some fun – and by fun I mean “lots of beer”.
Just kidding, Frame, you know we’re all lightweights.

So on we worked, great things we pretended to write,
And analyzed poems we’d barely even read
But at ’leven-forty, late one Wednesday night
Some bonehead kid wrote this nonsense instead.