Poetic Rage

Me reading a poetry book
while walking to class
T decide to defy him and
begin to read aloud at
the top of my lungs.
airing the gunners there,
hagging an army, while:
ight thro' the line they
and Russian
eel' d from the sabre stroke
hatter' d and sunde' d.
hen they rode back, but not
Nat the six hundred.
When oan their glory fade?
C) the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.
When we arrive we tell the
story to the principal. He
majored in poetry so he laughed
and shook my hand
have a nice day hens- - -
Wild uneducated gym
teacher appears!
Derp, don' t read
while walking
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Dolley' d and thunder' d;
Storm' d at with shot and shall,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Dolley' d and thunder' d;
Storm' d at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so wall
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
As the gym teacher takes me
to the principal' s office my
classmates follow cheering me