Dr. Louis Pasternak Skullstench: Stealth Poet
Poetry Assignment #24: Free Verse
Class Is a Gas
My science teacher squirts perfume.
“Every smell is particles.
You have tiny perfume particles
in your nose and mouth.”
stings our tongues.
Then Farty Marty rips one and
smiles at me.
Particles from his intestines
float into my nose and
I run to the sink
but it’s too late.
I have swallowed the farty part
I hope you don’t think this poem stinks. (Hahahahaha!)
I am speechless. Again. And I brushed my teeth three times during school yesterday. I think you’ve explored all the possibilities in grossness. If you really want to shock me, try writing a nice poem, one where you celebrate the beauty in something. Maybe you could write a lovely poem for someone. You’ve shown some real talent, Louis! Keep writing!
Miss S missed two days of school. The substitute said she had a stomach bug. What if she was too sick to come to the talent share? How would she see what an awesome MC I was, even though I didn’t want to be MC at all?