So, when it comes to english homework I help my brother as much as possible. Today he had to write a poem with rhyming couplets, alliteration and each line had to have 10 to 14 syllables in the form of a pilgrim tale like Chaucer. Apparently when I set out to rhyme I do it in the form of old school rap.
Da King on Da Quest
By Chris Leiss
There was this king born in nineteen ninety one
He inherited some bling from the flava one
He was 5 foot 9, one hundred sixty pounds
He stayed in the ring for one hundred fifty rounds
He honed his hoodie even in the heat
His feet found fool’s faces and they were beat
Black was his color, he wore it all the time
From his mouth came a million dope rhymes
His huge head held a hat, high on his hair
He could carry colossal loads and not even care
He drove a Dodge Dakota down da street
In all these fights, he never smelled defeat
He wasn’t good with math, or English either
‘Cause when it comes to cars he smokes deceivers
So when it comes to skating, he schools Tony Hawk
He rides dem four wheels up and down da block
He owns the busy streets of his kingdom, Bizzo
He runs his royal roads with an iron fist, yo
In this cool, quick quest he certainly cannot fail
Got his ice ice baby in the form of the holy grail
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