Metaphor Poem
High School is a horror film
Terrifying You’re running around in a Hitchcock classic Will it ever end? Freshman Freshman year mistakes are made While the movie is played The dumb one foolishly heads to their end Every movie watcher knows her fate It’s just too late for her to be saved But you learn from her mistake Sophomore Sophomore year you start to figure it out Staying in groups Planning a route To get out Of that haunted house Plans to catch the crazed clown killer To end this horror thriller Junior Junior year you follow through You catch the killer You get out You think you’re safe You are done You’re not quite right Senior Senior year it’s not quite over Like you thought Hand rises from the grave They come to get To fill you with fright Will you win this fight tonight? In the end you learned your lessons Got out of that horrid house, got you’re graduation High school is a horror film And Life? It’s the sequel |