Dear Bryan,
Having finished all of my AP Summer work, I have decided that today deserves a poem.
Here goes nothing:
There once was a lad from Indiana.
He never wore a bandana.
He did all his work.
It made him smirk.
Then he went and ate a banana.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Most poems rhyme,
But this one doesn’t.
Here goes a haiku:
My name is Bryan.
I am not intellectual.
This has six syllables.
And an acrostic:
B : Backwards
R : Rebellious
Y : Youthful
A : Analytical
N : Nonsensical
R : Reliable-ish
A : Annoying
I : Incompetent
N : Nonagon
E : Exasperating
Y : Yellow
Yes, Bryan, I did just call you Jaundiced and a bunch of other big words to prove I have a vocabulary beyond “awesome.”
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