Oh my God, Eileen is good at this.
So, my students have been commenting on the poem. They kinda like it. Though they’re also giving some good feedback, which is moreso the purpose. Eileen told me that she should be the one to write the next bad poem cuz I don’t do a good enough job. So I challenged her to come up with something right this minute and she did. Here’s hers:
Her eyes
bored, searching, wanting
Her eyes
tell me a story
Theyre brown
She has nice eyes
Her eyes sigh like the wind
on a lazy summer day
I look into them with wonderment
and think about what might have been.
Wow! Now that’s bad. Almost too bad.