Canterbury Tales Poetry

After finishing the Prologue of the Canterbury Tales, we wrote a poem based on a profession of our choosing. The ones below are a sampling of the creativity these two classes have.

OCD Artist
by Victoria
I take all the brushes from my cup
Line them all across small to large with points up.
My colors are arranged from the shades of the rainbow
And with everything set up perfectly I take my place in the studio.
Every stroke and shade counts
But one line out of place and I freak out.
With every little thing so precise
If not then it will never suffice.

The Assassin
by Tyler
Hooded and cloaked, black as night
Killing is his dream, passion, and delight
Climbing on rooftops high in the air
A daredevil without fear or slightest care
Moving so quick to his prey that draws near
The fate of a man becomes ever so clear
Pulling out a hidden blade in pristine condition
He leaps from the roof confirming his mission
A strike like lightning, it was fast and discreet
His work is professional, a mastery for the elite.

Rodeo Clown
by Brendan
Drawing attention with
Your foolish attire, witnessing
the Mist of the Bull you
Inspire... Racing your way
Quick be nimble...
Getting away a breeze
So Simple! Did I forget
to mention? He's big,
He's bad, You're boiling
the Tension! White painted
face, Air Jordans strapped
and Laced--> Sir Rodeo
Clown, a.k.a. the ACE.