4th Marking Period - World Literature

There once was a school That had a just one rule To write a poem Which must be seventy five lines With some that rhyme For God sake Can’t they cut us a break So here we go I hope it flows We learned about a man Who was frail and pale He was obsessed with books So much so that he almost lost his nook He wanted to be The greatest knight in the land For this he surely had a plan He polished the old family amour Found an old horse that was a real charmer He set out for hire And found a trusty squire The only shame of the whole thing Was the fact he was insane And not to mention, the towns people thought He was lame. He had many adventures none of which were of real tenure I’m sure you will recognize His name Don Quixote del la Mancha We talked about an African tribe With a really cool vibe They were as happy as could be Until the white men took their chi Their hero Okonkwo Had a really big brow With quite the awful scowl. He was as paranoid as could be For he didn’t want to be like his daddy He had three wives And a son that took a dive, in his eyes The only daughter he loved He said should have been a son His roughness beat him in the end When he could not make friends He would rather be with the ancestors Than live like a jester We read about a man named Hitler Who was bitter. He committed Genocide And made people commit suicide Those poor people who died Why did the world just turn a blind eye? Unspeakable acts in Auschwitz Just make me sick. For so long we knew it was wrong Why did we let all that suffering go on? We learned about songs That taught us how the world is wrong We all need to acknowledge Just a little more tolerance With a little more hope The world would be no joke I hope that some day There will be no gray And we may live in A world with patience and kindness So there it is….. our fourth quarter I hope you enjoyed what was ordered For our project in World Literature Now I’m prepared for my summer divestiture