This needs a bit of explanation. I took a creative writing class this semester to get credits in English for my GER requirements. One of the activities our teacher had us do in the course was for each of us to go home and find an object we owned but no longer wanted. We were to write a poem about this object and bring both the poem and object to class the next week. The teacher then had us drawn names from a hat. The person’s name you drew would be the person who got your object and poem as a gift. I got a ‘Rock Action Figure Doll’ from a girl named Rebecca.
A few weeks later, for our last assignment, we were told we needed to write a thank you poem to whichever person we got a gift from. I went a bit overboard with mine (partially due to the fact I had developed quite the crush on Rebecca over the course of the semester) but it was fun to do. So here is my ‘Thank You’ poem about my gift from Rebecca.
Here is a story of The Rock and me
Rebecca’s gift from class 233
I took him to work to show him around
And show off the new friend I had just found
But something seemed wrong, he wasn’t himself
He pouted all day, atop of my shelf
Taking him home at the end of the day,
I said hey bro what’s wrong? Tell me ok?
He fumbled about not meeting my eye
So downcast and sad I thought he might cry
Enough of this mood I started to shout.
I’m going to bed while you sort it out.
I woke the next day and Rock wasn’t there.
I searched high and low, I searched everywhere
and then I did spy a scene most unkind
Finding my Guinness, he drank himself blind.
Not only that, he had pilfered my smokes!
I woke his ass up with multiple pokes.
He hung his head low and said he was sad
This isn’t me, I’m not this kind of bad
His owner he said, the one before me
It hurts to be dumped by one so lovely.
This is not fair, her lack of attraction,
If only I had kung-fu grip action
Rock, It’s OK, I know just what to do.
Woody went through this in Toy Story 2
I showed him the poem given to me
he smiled as he read it, starting to see.
After a short time, he finally spoke
So it’s nothing I did, not a cruel joke?
Of course not my friend, I said with a smile
She’s setting you free to live for awhile.
For you are The Rock! The Scorpion King
When life knocks you down get back in the ring
Life is a journey, I then simply said
Trod new paths with wonder, not fear or dread.
Thank you, I see now, he said with a grin.
A new path’s before me, come let’s begin.
The Rock is now standing, tall by my desk
And asked that I grant him one small request
Thank you for gifting The Rock unto me
Cause where he is now, he feels he should be.
