Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Poetry is my language

This is a poem I wrote when I was in middle school. I'm sure I changed the punctuation a dab typing it out, and I've noticed not all references are historically accurate (I guess you could call an emperor "king," right?) but there you have it. 


The Negative Effects of Alcohol
by Kimball Leavitt

As I strolled down in the morning,
I thought about my friends
And I contemplated, "Which large, serrated
Blade would mean my end?"

You see, I was a gladiator,
I had a battle that day
And if I had fought any worse
I would have lost the fray.

The brawl began at the crack 'o dawn
The combatant was colossal
And though he was the king's great pawn
I sought to win the tussle

I landed in his gut, a punch!
And, involuntarily,
He rejected all his lunch
And upchucked it on me,

Suffice to say, it was a dance
I was a great deal quicker. 
He might have stood just half a chance
If not for his drinkin' liquor.