the oaksbury tales, part of a school project Options

[ryfitaDF]

in my english class we were reading the canterbury tales and we are assigned a project called the "oaksbury tales" where we have to write tales about different kind of people in our school. now before you go calling me a hypocrite sine i don't like to use steriotypes, take note that this was a frigging school assignment. that's right. i was assigned to descriminate. i wanna share them with you, though, cause i like writing poems.

The Jock’s Tale:
Here we see the bruiting jock
Who everyone fears will clean your clock
With forearms seven inches wide
He couldn’t hide them if he tried
When it’s time for a game he’s awake
But for the rest of the year he hibernates
Grasping his class with an iron fist
But won’t have a clue when the real world hits
It all depends on how he plays
If he’s good, coach will take care of his grades
His nobility gained not by how well he thinks
But how many forty O Zs he can drink
Beloved for how many keg stands he did
A weak superego, a dominant Id
The king of his class: one for every year
A throne erected of lust and beer
A forceful behemoth fortified with might
Don’t try to convince him he isn’t right
Bare the stereotype that if you’re strong
Then all your test answers are wrong

The Princess’ Tale:
Female high school nobility
With man-made superficial beauty
The princess thinks she owns the school
Because she can make all the boys drool
It’s sad how she can run the show
By using masculine libido
She harvests power from the stares
She captures playing with her hair
Wearing pants that crush her hips
She can’t live without acceptance
I’m not trying to sound mean
But every day is Halloween
She uses make-up to erase
Her flaws and draws herself a new face
All their idols tell to marry
Not for love but for money
She needs to impress all her class
A willing slave to her type-cast
There’s a negative message that she sends
Behind the backs of her quite un-quote friends

The Criminal’s Tale:
A clever and intelligent creature
The criminal thrives on irking the teacher
He’ll do any form of prank
Just to turn authority’s crank
A vicious beast of tooth and claw
He’s a rebel who doesn’t want a cause
When is comes to shocking, he’s not apprehensive
To proclaim how he feels, no matter how offensive
They say he acts out of despise
I know he’s out to open eyes
He’s not a killer or a thief
He just has more solid, real beliefs
That differ from the common kid
Heavens no! God forbid!
He lives his life without a doubt
And embraces how he stands out
Not rapscallion, but a renegade
Running circles around the conformist parade
Asking questions no one dares
Gaining strength from the powers that he scares