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Well we couldn't call it poetry,
could we?
First up, a deep and meaningful poem by Esther
(written during chemistry):
Beaker:conical, bottom,
thermo,
boiling
flask? Flask meter?
tube, funnel....safety.
tripod,
bunsen GAUZE mat;
burner = heat test,
and clamp round tube.
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This is our most recent poem which consists
of 10 syllables in every line, tis v hard to do you know. A lot of u are included in it, sorry if we missed u out but perhaps
u just didnt rhyme with anything.Come to think of it, most of it isn't very complimentary but u know we love u all really.
It started off as a sonnet but we gave up and now it's just got loads of verses, so here we go:
Sitting next to Laura is our friend Cat,
She is crazy, funny and very short,
Caz aka slagface has a great hat,
Like Chaz who plays bass but doesnt play sport.
Simon plays bass too, we call him Tosser,
Gary is Mummy, he's a good housewife,
Joe's a joker a whore and a dosser,
Nick, Matt and Rachel will be sluts for life.
Our Jenny's only slutty when single,
Lav is Jenny's wife, she is very kool,
Carrie's wise, arty and likes to mingle,
The one with the little Pecker is Paul.
James is small and sweet, Alex is quiet,
So is Sabrina and she's always late,
Amie's great jokes often cause a riot,
Lyv dances and is our ghetto mate, bait.
Jacks all for free love now he's a hippy,
Matt and Chris share a passion for Strongbow,
Harriett is smart but sometimes dippy,
Lora is funky and now we must go.
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