We had to write a blues song in English... This was mine.

The Hatin’ Blues

Being hated is not a funny thing

It doesn’t really want to make you sing

To be hated by the right person ain’t so bad

At least I ain’t hated so bad by my dad

He was my best friend now he is more trouble than two

All he wants to do is throw me a piece of poo

I’ll tell you why he hates me so much in this little rhyme

He got with my girl so I broke up their “you’re mine”

Now he walks down the street alone as alone can be

It isn’t a wonder why he really hates me

Everyday he says he will commit suicide

He keeps on walking, guess he couldn’t find the time and lied

Chorus:

Cause he hates me… It’s his little rule

Yes he hates me… for stealing back my jewel

He hates me… Well life ain’t fair

I hope he don’t come at me with a folding chair!

:) hehehe

When I am old

I wrote this in my English 11 Honors class with Mrs. Grant. We just filled in the blanks on a worksheet and my turned out like this. Pretty funny so i thought i would post it.

When I am an old geezer I shall sit on my porch with a gun that squirts water and spray down the children and I shall act like I created the world and command people, and say they are wrong and I am right and I shall go to the movies when I am tired and make noise with my loud snoring and get my record marked and make up for the bordeom of my youth. I shall go to the mall and cause chaos in other peoples lives and sing annoying songs but maybe I ought to practice a little now? So that people who know me are not too shocked and surprised when sudddenly I am old, and startto speak my lost mind.