I would if I could but I know I would laugh. So I sit there, waiting, shrinking fast, humble, quiet. Stupid. Sweet.
When the cop walks up, I stare at his feet. I give him my papers. I listen. I nod. When he lets me go –
Thank God.
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SAMPLE POEM 2Bubble Troubles
I'm in trouble with my bubbles. I put a double answer- A and D- down for #10 accidentally. Could've been an easy fix. It should've been an easy fix, if I'd caught it right away, but I'm on #36. I'm erasing the wrong answers, bubbling in one line below, and I've got an awful lot of painful bubbling left to go. And a queasy feeling's filling up my mouth and throat and chest. What would happen if I happened to vomit on the test?
SAMPLE POEM 1When a Cop Stops You
When a cop stops you,
what can you do?
Grab your leg and moan in pain?
I would if I could
but I know I would laugh.
So I sit there, waiting,
shrinking fast,
humble, quiet.
Stupid. Sweet.
When the cop walks up,
I stare at his feet.
I give him my papers.
I listen. I nod.
When he lets me go –
Thank God.
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SAMPLE POEM 2Bubble Troubles
I'm in trouble with my bubbles.
I put a double answer-
A and D-
down for #10
accidentally.
Could've been an easy fix.
It should've been an easy fix,
if I'd caught it right away,
but I'm on #36.
I'm erasing the wrong answers,
bubbling in one line below,
and I've got an awful lot of painful
bubbling left to go.
And a queasy feeling's filling up
my mouth and throat and chest.
What would happen if I happened
to vomit on the test?
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