Slam+Poetry

=__**On Girls Lending Pens**__= media type="youtube" key="44sXwJgqUyc?rel=0" height="360" width="480"

__**Lyrics**__
I walked into the classroom and straight to my chair, But when I reached for my pen, it just wasn’t there! I had no pen! or crayon! or pencil! I was stuck before class without a writing utensil. I could have asked the teacher (if I had dared,) But I knew she would have said, “You’re unprepared!” So to be diplomatic and avoid the fight I quickly turned to the girl on my right, //Do you possibly have a pen I could borrow?// //I’ll use it today and have it back by tomorrow.// “Oh! Furshur! What kind? I’ve got plenty.” And she turned around with a handful of twenty. //I really don’t care what color or style,// //I’ll take the fountain pen,// I said with a smile. “Oh, you don’t want that one. It comes out all ugly. And it’s made of pure gold,” she said to me smugly. //Then how bout the blue?// “No, that one hops.” Okay, maybe the green? “Comes out in glops.” Black? “I’m afraid it’s having trouble connecting.” Red? “I’ll need it if we do any in-class correcting.” //Look,// I said, my voice filling with fear, Just gimme a pen before the teacher gets here! “But this one always comes out in tons, The yellow one skips and the purple one runs. When the brown one dries, it looks real icky, And the orange one’s covered with something sticky. This one’s for emergencies (in case I get confused) ‘cause it’s clean and it’s fresh and it’s never been used. I keep this one for quizzes ‘cause it brings good luck, And the ballpoint’s splotchy and the cap is stuck. This one’s empty, with the silver band, And the felt-tip will leak all over your hand. This one’s cracked, and that’s gone berserk! And that would be perfect but it doesn’t work. But here! Take this one! This one’s fine! Oh wait…I’m sorry, this one’s mine.” I think she went on but I couldn’t have cared. I decided it was better to go unprepared.

__**Discussion**__
I don't believe this poem has any true theme, except that girls get paranoid about lending pens. Other than that, I think the poem does not have a theme. It is possible that the poem could be saying that girls tend to overexaggerate things and that if it is not in tip top shape, it is not worth using. I tend to do that sometimes so, I can relate to the girl in the poem. That is one of the reason I chose the poem because I have been paranoid about certain things and I can see how people can get annoyed with it. Another reason I chose this poem is because I thought it was funny and could actually happen. I have always had that one person in my class who is paranoid about pens :)

**__Poetic Devices:__**
"But here! Take this one! This one's __fine__! Oh wait... I'm sorry, this one's __mine__."

__Rhythm and Rhyme:__ Through out the whole poem Taylor Moli uses rhythm and rhyme by rhyme the last word of two sentences.

__Symbol:__ Pens: I believe that pens are a symbol in this poe. I think everyone has something that they always have to have at tip top shape and pens is just an example in this poem.

__Key Words:__
"I hve no pen! no crayon! no pencil!" I believe this is a key sentence because it states the dilemma of the boy and starts the poem off.

"Oh! Furshur! I have got plenty." And she turned around with a handful of twenty. I believe this is also a key sentence because it is the starting of the girl's long speech of how her pens don't work.