I wrote poems about Nazis.

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Given my past record with the guidance office at school, I was expecting to be called down and scolded, despite the fact that the poems aren't pro-Nazi. Surprisingly, though, my teacher actually liked both poems.

where is it?

First one:
I was walking down a lovely road
On a fine summer day
When on the ground I saw a toad
So I bent down, with intent to play

Then, from behind, I was pushed down
By a force to me unknown
I rolled on my back and saw a man wearing a grin, not a frown
And my blood ran cold when I saw a swastika on his forehead had grown

He said, “Bite the curb!”
I said, “Please not me sir! What have I ever committed unto you?”
He scowled and stated that I was a noun, not a verb,
And that noun that was me was the word Jew

But I complied
I did as he instructed
The concrete in my mouth tasted hard and dried
And chills went down my spine at the next sentence he constructed

“I’m going to curb stomp you now because you’re Jewish, just to make that clear”
It was at that moment my life flashed before my eyes
And then I knew true fear
I thought the last things in life I saw would be on the curb in front of me; a pair of flies

The Nazi began to bring his foot down
Planning to squish my head like a watermelon being hit by a sledgehammer
But he found that when contact was made with my head by his boots of brown
That lacked he the necessary strength my to head crush. (sorry about the improper grammar)

I stood up boldly
And proclaimed, “You failed to commit murder upon me!”
I stared at his swastika tattoo coldly
And tore it off the face of he

And I left him crying and bleeding
In the same condition he would have left me (although I would have been dead)


The second one has the font strikethrough effect, which doesn't show up here, so I can't post it.

err, very lovely

It had to rhyme.

I liked it.

So did the teacher.