Watch the new Twilight movie. Then write a poem about their experience. Then read it to the class:
This very plain girl, Isabella,
is somehow winning every fella.
And all of them she has refused,
it makes me just a bit confused.
Then comes vampires in slow motion,
and like some freakin’ weird love potion,
our little Swan is sudden smitten
even though she’s not yet been bitten.
There’s a terrible lack of chemistry,
and lots of ‘awkward’ for all to see.
The dialogue makes me want to cry,
I cling to hope while the movie rolls by.
The sparkling bit just makes me sick,
and Edward thinks he’s oh-so-slick.
I’m not sure what it is I’m seeing,
but I do know just how strange they’re being.
Of course the girl becomes blood-bait,
and her killer doesn’t want to wait,
but Super Edward saves the day!
Geez, this movie’s so cliché.
This movie deceives us at first glance;
it’s full of trash and bad romance.
This girl just dreams of sucking blood!
I can’t believe this sickening crud.
I guess I’ve made my opinion clear,
so now I’ll be signing out of here.
I’m going to go read an actual BOOK,
and throw this trash in a fire to cook.
Book-A-Day 2018 #199: Hostage by Guy Delisle
19 hours ago