The good poems always rhyme
And always have time
And are artistic, like a mime

If it doesn’t rhyme, it’s not the real deal
Even if it makes you feel
It isn’t poetry, and it isn’t real

Blank verse is pretty bad
Free verse is really quite sad
Frankly, it makes me mad

If you want to really make it
As a writer, and fit
In, you have to rhyme a bit

When you pick up the pen
Try to fit in
Free verse is actually a sin

Fierce anger consumes my mind
as I think of the time you abused my mime.
How could you treat him like an animal
when he's a harmless actor in this cruel, cruel world?

You tripped him and then you stole his black beret.
You dowsed his shirt in red Kool-Aid.
I'll never forgive you for what you did at that time.
When you thought it'd be funny to hurt my mime.

Not long into their walk they passed a small park that lay silent by the side of the road. It stretched back from the sidewalk into the darkness and was watched over by large, spreading trees. The faintest glimmer of reflected moonlight betrayed the presence of a shallow pond reposing under the overhanging leaves.

Andrew looked up suddenly upon beholding this restful spot of nature. He smiled happily and turned to his companion. “Look at this little park by the road. It will always be dear to me, for it was here, down by the water, that I met the girl I am now devoted to.”

There is something special about the night, about the dark, about the stillness. There is something that draws both the joyful and the depressed to the night. A quiet street beckons the dreamer to some nocturnal romp.

It was, in fact, a quiet night when a solitary figure emerged into a resting street. He began to stroll purposefully down the sidewalk, occasionally materializing from the dark in the mellow glow of the street lamps.

Quiet boredom cloaked in silence
Here no nervous tension, no sudden drama
Only colored pebbles pushed by young fingers
While many eyes peruse, page by page
Old editions, as if finding great interest
In the outdated print, only pausing to cast
Surreptitious glances at fellow bookworms, who
Knowing full well, obligingly return the favor, causing
One to wonder why they do not tear their eyes from
Their entrancing reading and stare fully at each other
And so make the most of the situation

.... You over-analyze and observe kids that go to school.

.... Whenever you go to the school playground you look in the windows of the school.

.... You always have at least one book in the bathroom ranging from picture books to dictionaries.

.... You are over protective of your younger siblings.

.... You know your library card number by heart.

.... Your reading goal for the annual summer reading club at your library is 50 or higher.

You might be a unschooler if...