"Film Studies Disaster"

Looking forward to another Film Studies class.

But whats this, something seems wrong.

It would appear that the smart board is all out of gas.

The board must have been made in Hong Kong.

The teacher tries to make a repair as the students watch.

But nothing seems to do the trick.

The people who made it were drinking too much scotch.

We should try hitting it with a brick.

Ill give it a try, time for Larry to go to work.

First I check the computer but I see no issue.

I survey the area to see where the problem may lurk.

If I don't fix this soon I'm going to need a tissue.

No evidence can be found, might as well look at the speaker.

I crawled behind the desk like a dog with a flea.

So its a loose wire that has made my class bleaker.

The movies back on folks and its all thanks to me.

"Race Against 12:00"

Its eleven fifty and I don't have much time.

In ten minutes I will be clean out of luck.

I hope this is an obstacle I will be able to climb.

If not Mrs. Collentine will make me look like a schmuck.

I procrastinated to the last possible minute.

Im sure this strategy will not pay off.

Eventually i will face this habit and win it.

But not before the stress of these last few minutes give me a cough.

Only three minutes to go before im toast.

Tomorrow will surely tell what will happen.

I hope that she will be an exceptionally good host.

Well only one minute so i might as well start rappin.

Yea well my goose is cooked because its twelve o clock.

It appears that i have lost my other sock.

My old moldy cheese is as hard as a rock.

Im sure this poem will make people talk.

Thank you goodnight!!!!!

"My Battle With Jie Fang"

Just another lazy school day afternoon.

Everything was as peaceful as can be.

Until I met a young man who whistled to a different tune.

And sought to see the end of me.

He shoved and gave out a scream.

I shoved and stood my ground

Until he saw that nobody was on his team.

Then he stared at me like a blood hound.

He then slowly backed away towards the door.

And warned me that he had knowledge of the arts.

He was discouraged when I gave a snore.

And he jumped through the doors like a man with a million hearts

The next day he waited for me outside class.

I saw him just as the bell rang.

He handed me a paper with his hands cold as brass.

In red crayon the words said "my name is Jie Fang".