SKETCH COMEDY
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SCHOOL MORNING ANNOUNCEMENTS
SPIRIT LEADER
Reading Shakespeare’s work is hard,
And over the years he’s become a foe,
The “oh so glorious” Bard.
Now quickly all the teachers,
Far spread across the map,
Those hip and cool creatures,
Started teaching Will through rap.
I admire them for trying,
In an attempt to relate,
But the repeating lesson isn’t so electrifying,
The seventh time around is not so great.
But since I’m born today I must let out a cheer,
For past generations were rapless and forced to learn pure Shakespeare.
Finn Rollings 20’
The ear to delight,
The stories to read,
The rules to heed.
I got the style to mock,
The reader to shock,
The teacher to please,
My schedule to squeeze.
The grammar to know,
My skills to grow,
The quotes to learn,
And the grade to earn.Let me be on stage,
Free from the stress.
Performing up there,
Is where I feel best.
Storytelling that’s live,
Invoking emotion and feeling.
The human condition,
Scripts aid in revealing.
But what have I discovered?
To my own surprise,
That even drama,
Is English in disguise.
Finn Rollings ‘20
As good Christians do,
I’ve noticed that something’s not there!
In all of the gospel, Teen Jesus’ life,
Doesn’t seem to be anywhere.
From kid to Christ, the whole Bible skips,
A crucial part it seems,
We never learn of Pubescent Christ:
His wants, his hopes, his dreams.
A young strapping Jesus,
one could assume,
Attended Nazareth High.
He endured the hardships just like us,
And did his best to try.
The others all made fun of him,
They called his philosophies bad,
Poor Jesus C. got beaten and bullied,
‘Cause no one had met his true dad.
Without any buddies, Jesus wandered alone,
Through empty halls, unlike most:
His imaginary friend could offer no help:
The invisible Holy Ghost.
J got invited to the big senior bash,
In Dad’s tunic, he arrived slick.
But as soon as he entered, he was put to work,
Performing his “water/wine” trick.
From Bethlehem to the Devilish Desert,
The writers forgot to include,
Young Jesus fighting with Mary and Joe,
His angst and his attitude.
Since Jesus has been proved to be,
A figure that’s historical,
These ideas might have happened,
But keep in mind they’re likely rhetorical.
Finn Rollings ‘20
The ravishing portrait hung on the wall,
Dazzling eyes seduced me nearer,
It paralyzed me with infatuation,
Oh wait! That’s just a mirror.
Finn Rollings ‘20
PUBLICATIONS
MAN WONDERLAND
Transcendentalist Song
(Based Upon Whitman, Thoreau, and Emerson with a little T.S. Eliot to spice things up)
Written & Sung by Finn Rollings
Baby, we can go
Like Henry David Thoreau
Straight to the mountain top
And sound our barbaric yawp
Let us go then you and I
And etherize each other upon the night sky
Your natural beauty is all I need
Like mermaid wreathed in green seaweed
Walking through the forest like the lonely
trees
I feel your soothing god-like breeze
Sometimes I feel like a floating eyeball
But truly, that’s not what I meant at
all
Shall I wear my pant cuffs rolled
Anything to keep away the cold
Am I allowed, do I dare eat a peach
Listen to the sea girls out on the beach
You’ve locked me in a prison
And you swallowed the key
But you’re a fool if
You think I wanna be free
~Guitar Solo~
Follow me through the downs and ups
As I pour another coffee cup
I fear the sleep will find me soon
As I pour in another spoon
I have become the dirt beneath your feet
Forced to make my sweet retreat
Like the bachelors on balconies above the
street
If the stars appeared for just one night
Id wrap my arms around you good n tight
Hold on hard with all my might
You’ve granted me a second sight
Baby, we can go
Talking of Michelangelo
Straight to the mountaintop
And sound our barbaric yawp
If the stars appeared for just one night
I’d wrap my arms around you good and tight
Hold on hard with all my might
Ya you gave me a second sight