My 80% poem

This semester I'm taking a creative writing class. Fun, right? Maybe. My teacher seems nice enough, and although I feel like I'm in way over my head, the class seems like it's going to be somewhat enjoyable.

Recently we had our first assignment--write a nostalgia poem. As I thought and thought over my childhood and all the dorky things I did, I finally decided to write about my first kiss. That would be the one behind the bushes when I was about five. I didn't stress much about making the poem a perfect masterpiece, but I did put a reasonable amount of time into writing it. She said the poem was just supposed to be a rough draft, so I didn't stress about making it final draft quality. Today, when I got the poem back, I was appalled to see I had gotten an eight out of ten. HOW is the possible??? It's just a rough draft! Apparently my rough draft was a little too rough for her. I don't know how I can please her.

Hopefully I'll find the key to pleasing her pickiness someday, but for now, I'll just have to settle with an 8/10.

And now, for your enjoyment, here's my poem that's only 80% good.

Kiss.

I remember that time we went

behind the bushes you could hear growing

and waited for the roller-skaters to pass by.

We got closer,

and closer,

and closer.

And then we did what the grown-ups did--we kissed.

It was wet and slimy, and not at all enjoyable.

And we didn't know what it meant,

but we followed by example.

I'm glad we didn't know about sex.

We were so naive.

One more thing. If you enjoy poetry, try looking up Anis Mojgani. He's an utter GENIUS. Here's one of my favorites. This made me fall in love with him and his greatness.