The other day in school, we started doing poetry. I always like poetry because you can't get graded on what you write, since it's all about free expression and all that stuff. So, we had to write poems about things that you regretted doing in your life. I wasn't in the literary mood, so I wrote this.

A boy was walking down the street

He turned into an alley and…

There was a wizard

Like a beaver building a dam,

The wizard spun

And held out his arms

"Little boy"

he said

The boy froze in his tracks

like a car, or truck,

hitting into a large brick wall

"A magic bean"

said the wizard

He held out his hand

a large hand on a large arm

like a large stick

And he held in it a magic bean

a small one

like a pea

And he stared into the boy's eyes

and opened his eyes so wide

that his eyelids curled inside out!

So the boy kicked the wizard in the shin,

hard

And ran away

like a tiger eating a baby in the moonlight

But what if he had taken the bean?

I don't know.

The woman who was teaching the class, who is actually a kind of famous poet who lives in the area, randomly chose mine and read it to the class out loud. But the craziest thing of all was that when everyone was leaving the class, she stopped me and started saying how she liked my poem so much and how it was funny. Then, the next day my real english teacher who had been sitting in the back of the class during poetry came up to me and told me how she loved my poem, and asked if I was going to read it to the audience in the anual "poetry jam" my school is having next week. I have tuturing or something that day, so I don't think I'm going to go, not that I would want to.

It's so messed up, because when I try to write good essays in school I get average grades, but when I do things jokingly everyone loves it. I don't know. School is messed up.