This poem was creating by me and my friends in English class for our new unit on poetry. Unfortunately the teacher wasn't to receptive and refused to read it out in front of the class with the others, and every time we bring in a copy she rips it up. We intend sending this into 'The Footy Show' (Syd) to see if they'll read it out, so tune in. This poem is under heavy development.

Ode to Monica

    I pulled up her dress to see her undie colour,

    This leader, this leader, this is our leader,

    This leader, he has no equal.

    Our Presidents are chatting up interns,

    Their little men pumping.

    Suck that cigar Monica,

    Send my balls soaring,

    Suck that cigar Monica.

    I’m sitting in my office and I’m single again,

    This marriage, this marriage, this’ll be my last marriage.

    Hillary storms in, I’m getting none tonight,

    so once again...

    Suck that cigar Monica,

    Send my balls soaring,

    Suck that cigar.. Monica

Created by: Me, Adam R, Jarred G, Peter R, David K, and Ben K