Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I’m trying my hand at poetry,

Because she tells me to.

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My first poem, it has been yeeted.

More elaborate thoughts are needed.

This is too much to ask,

My thoughts on this task:

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Fine, I’ll try harder,

I’ll even try to rhyme.

Stupid English assignment,

This is a waste of time.

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That last one got me a ‘D,’

Now she expects another

This one has to be longer

My fun, she’s trying to smother.

Meter is to measure distance,

Stress is why bridges break.

But not in the world of poetry,

My use of them is a mistake.

Meter is how many syllables,

Stress is which one has emphasis.

What I don't understand:

The whole point of this is?

I’m done with this assignment.

Here’s your longer poem.

It would be absolutely great,

If I could just go home.

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I earned a ‘B,”

Home and poem don't rhyme.

Make one small mistake.

I am frustrated.

I actually want to do well

This is kind of fun.

She says I lack emotion.

I am frustrated.

This is not very easy.

I’m a guy so feelings are weird.

I don't know what I want to say.

I am frustrated.

Still, I will try.

I want to express myself.

Challenging yourself can be fun.

I am not frustrated.