A poem I wrote.

In English class, we wrote poems about ourselves. We had to describe our likes and dislikes, physical appearance, and dress, and have a few rhyming couplets in there. Mine is somewhat amusing...I think. Enjoy.

"Ben"

People say I’m crazy, but they said that about John Lennon, too.
That guy wasn’t crazy.

People aren’t always right.

Or are they?

I don’t know.

I don’t have social skills or common sense.

I have friends, but I’m clingy to them.

That freaks them out.

I can be mean without intending to be.

I try to be nice.

Some think I’m nice.

I’m a loudmouth, sarcastic class clown.

You can’t please everyone.

I’m weird. I’d much rather listen to

The Beatles,

I love that music,

Than Nickelback,

That stuff is whack.

Some say I’m a man in a boy’s body.

I look like just another Joe in a

Jacket,

Hat,

Jeans,

And sneakers.

I’m a big guy. They call me

BBT.

Big

Ben

Tan.

I like the blues, and classic rock.

Teenagers aren’t supposed to like that stuff.

But teenagers are crazy.

I think people are crazy.

And people think I’m crazy.

But now I’m not so sure.

This poem’s over. I can’t write any more.