A Poem About Prom Options

[heyyfrankie]

I found on one of my sister's friend's xanga. i don't know if any of you have seen it before, but i thought that it was kinda cool.
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Senior Prom


It was the end of a school career
The grades were in and it’s time to cheer

To celebrate this magnificent day
Ten kids went to the prom to dance and play

These ten kids all had dates
But it turned out that those dates were all late

So late in fact that they did not come
Until the prom and parties were done

The ten leftovers were filled with gloom
For they all had to sit together, at one table, in that room

Sitting in seat number one at that mismatched table
Was the guy who was popular and physically able

He worked out every day and every night
Ate 5 meals a day to keep himself spry

The girls all swooned when he passed by
And he never indulged in pieces of pie

His muscles were big because of his sports
And was even nominated for the prom king court

He was always seen with the popular chicks
But never hung around those in other cliques

Sitting next to the jock was a snobby girl
Her skin was orange and her teeth were like pearls

Before the prom she lathered herself
With sun in a bottle from the drugstore shelf

Her dress was tight and very revealing
Just like the cheer uniform she wore on Friday evenings

Her face was on and her hair was up
And her bandages were off from last weeks nip-tuck

She had the best that money could buy
But deep down inside she wanted to die

In seat 3 was a friendless boy
He was a nerd who played with his space toy

He knew that E equaled MC squared
But with all of his knowledge he forgot to comb his hair

People stayed away because he was unkempt
In fear that his appearance would destroy their rep

But inside that boy he had a nice quintessence
One who cared and longed for acceptance

While everyone else at the table was mad
The idea of sitting next to these people made him glad

Seat 4 was filled by a freak
One that when seen made people shriek

She had spiked hair and a nose ring
But was she male or female?
Nobody knew so they called her thing.

Her face was pale and her mood was mean
She had some friends that weren’t very keen
They skipped school and beat up kids

But deep inside she secretly loved to read
And her favorite book was The Aeneid

Next to her was a dramatic girl
She could cry on command and even hurl

She knew just what to do to get attention
And by now everyone knew not to listen

Everything was such a big ordeal
Nothing could be done without her approval seal

Everything had to go her way
Or else she would make sure somebody paid

The world would be over with one broken nail
And in her eyes, the prom was going to fail

Sitting next to this drama queen
Was the girl who talked smack and was very mean

She was the hater and by that I mean
That she was the girl who hated everything

She commented on everyone’s dress
And made fun of guys in sweater vests

Her words were filled with friction and discord
But to tell you the truth, her life was a bore

She had no friend for she was too rude
And nobody liked her or her attitude

Next at the table was the druggie
He’d done it all from coke to ecstasy

People said he was dumb as a llama
All because of the marijuana

He knew how to hide it and never got caught
In fact his mother didn’t even know he did pot

She didn’t notice his face was a frown
Probably because she was never around

Since she was gone all the time
He became a dealer to make a dime

Next to the druggie was a real nice Christian
He always wore a seekers shirt while on his mission

He worked real hard at spreading the word
But many people never heard

They closed their ears to this young man’s message
Because it was different from his Friday night actions

He said one thing when praying out loud
But said another while hanging with the other crowd

His words were fake and in the pew he would sit
But everyone knew him as the hypocrite

Next was the boy who was a punk
He liked Sum 41 and some other junk

He listened to music all day long
And was even working on writing a song

All his music was the same
About skating and dating and looking for fame

But one thing that nobody knew
Was that this punk often listened to blues

He loved the songs from way down south
But you would never hear those words come from his mouth

Finally we meet the wannabe
She copied every trend set by Britney

Her style changed everyday
Depending on what her idols would do or say

She read all of the magazines and watched MTV
To try and decide who she wanted to be

One day she was preppy or sporty or strange
The next she was different, she always changed

But one problem occurred with this scenario
She had no identity and it was herself she did not know
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