My Deep Poem (2002)

As promised in a previous post, here is the first of several 'throwback' posts with writings from my youth. This is a poem I wrote 9 years ago, at the close of my freshman year in High School. With a few exceptions, the only poetry I ever wrote was assigned, and I think you can kind of see here how I both fulfill the assignment and make fun of it at the same time. Often, I recall, that attitude was the only way I could actually get myself to do my homework. Enjoy!

My Deep Poem

My friends didn’t think I could write a good poem,

So I thought to myself, “Man, will I show ‘em!”

I got out some paper and started to write.

I wondered aloud, “Will my poem be trite?”

“No way!” My poem will have to be deep:

Deeper than oceans, which are mighty dang deep;

Deeper than anything written before.

Once they have read it, they’re gonna want more.

My poem will have meaning; my poem will have rhyme,

My poem will have flavor, like lemon and lime.

I’ll write with a purpose, I’ll write with a style:

It will make you have tears, it will give you a smile.

The poem I am writing could change your whole life:

If you read it to a girl, she’ll want to be your wife.

My friends didn’t think I could write a good poem,

But now that I’ve written it: Wow, did I show ‘em.

- Joey Farrell

April 14th, 2002