For you wonderful folk that have teenage kids, please ask them to read this before they go out to their Christmas parties…
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For you wonderful folk that have teenage kids, please ask them to read this before they go out to their Christmas parties…
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Holy crap.
If I did show that to my kids they would laugh at me. People driving drunk and killing other people of all ages is certainly a problem in our society, but I’m pretty sure it isn’t a problem that can be solved by the passing on of maudlin glurge.
God, not this again. The people here do not respond well to spam, no matter how well-meant.
And stuff like this makes me want to go out and drink. It would have had the same effect when I was seventeen.
I am awed by the impressive rhyme scheme used in this poem. Especially the rhyming of “piece” with “sweet”.
I am going to pretend I am a teenager whose mother has just read this poem at him.
My response: “So… WHAT, exactly, do you want me to do? NOT go to the party, because there might be drunk idiots ripping around this evening?”
My mom always told me to leave ½ hour before or after the crowd does. Sage advice, cuz i did this everywhere, even the theaters. Beat the crowd, I say.
Just don’t leave any marks.
-FD
And I am equally amazed at the writer’s mastery of meter and simile, especially as evinced by the lines “I’m lying here dying, Mum. I wish you’d get here soon. / How could this happen to me, Mum? My life just burst like a balloon.”
Worthwhile sentiment, dubious mode of expression.
Am I gonna see God, mommy?
Am I gonna die?
I am a teenager who just read that.
It’s stupid. Don’t drink and drive, okay. But what’s the point of this? Don’t drive because something bad can happen? I was just in a car accident a couple days ago; no alcohol was involved on either part.
Besides, shouldn’t it also apply to ‘grown ups’ as well? Or are teens the only ones stupid enough to get hit by cars?
I think it is a cautionary tale: if you get hit by a drunk driver, avoid thinking of anything or you might produce a sappy awkward apostrophe.
What is behind said poem’s overuse of the word “Mum”? Is it just bad poetry, a horrible attempt to emphasize the apparent maternal bond, or what?
NinjaChick: Well, this poem is for concerned mothers to show to their teenage children, as evidenced by the line “I know I did the right thing, Mum, I know you are always right”. It makes them feel reassured about their parenting skills.
If you line up all the “Mum’s” it’s a picture of a boobies.
What is my kid supposed to take away from this poem?
1)If I get in a car accident because someone else was drunk, make sure my lasts thoughts are of how Mum made sure I wasn’t drunk enough to deaden the pain.
2)Wow, you can’t win no matter what you do!
3)My mom is really, really lame.
I love the Dope. Glurge gets rated for style. And bad poetry is never a good thing. If my mom read THAT to me, I’d laugh and say, “You’re supposed to be an English teacher and you don’t even know about meter and decent rhyme?”
Please, kids, don’t die. It can only give us more bad poetry.
I was in an accident 2 years ago coming home from a new years party with my friend. Neither of us had anything to drink (being underage, and knowing we had to drive home.) The lady that hit us had a .09 BAC. In NY, this is DUI. This poem makes me laugh, because i coulda been in that place. All because that stupid bitch cant tell red from green.
Girl is dead, poetry is in critical condition.
I almost cried.
I’d be mad at my mom if she read me that.
Am I supposed to stay home every night? Not go out cause I might get killed? This would be diferent from any other day how?
I think my eyeballs have exploded.
Is copying and pasting an entire “poem” some sort of copyright infringement? :dubious:
Im sure it is.
My dog didn’t drink either, and she still got hit by a car. So did a few deer in our neighborhood.
Is the point of the “poem” that the victim should have gotten tanked and passed out at the party, rather than run the risks of being sober on the road?