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[givesyouaboner]

So, it seems as though I might have procrastinated on this but,
Does anyone have an idea of what would be considered an adequate subject for writing a rap on? What type would even be appropriate?
Technically it's like free-style poetry, but what sort of elements should I be sure to include?
Alliteration? Consonance? Unfortunately this isn't my area of expertise because this'll be my first time attempting this.
But I don't want to get kicked out of class.








Also, does anyone know centimetres to inches conversion off hand?

Comments

[seeringlight]

There's no need for me to supply the answer to your conversion woes.
I find this assignment utterly juvenile.
It's also rather ridiculous, but I suppose there's nothing much we can do about it.
At the very least, a rap on Mutie might be easier than a rap on a quill.

[givesyouaboner]

This is why I was thinking of writing about Orangina. If I literally follow the directions, it would be about a bedpost.
Bedpost, oh bedpost, why are you so made of wood. Blah blah this is stupid.

[seeringlight]

How dare you not see the wonders of a bedpost! They are quite detrimental to our society.
This is very stupid.

[givesyouaboner]

Oh no, poor bedpost. Did I insult its delicate sensibilities? I should've had a trigger warning.
Yeah it is. It's stupid and hard.

[seeringlight]

I am offended for your bedpost. You are being so obviously insensitive and insincere about this entire predicament! I thought you would have more tact than that. What if your bedpost were a lady? You do not speak to a lady in such a manner.
It's relieving to know I'm not the only one who thinks so.

[givesyouaboner]

Luckily my bedpost isn't a lady. I think. If it is, I certainly feel scandalized for it being there while I sleep.
Probably more people agree with you than you think.

[seeringlight]

Ah. Now we worry whether or inanimate objects have a specific gender. Our lives are so very hard.
It's too bad not everyone is so vocal about it.

[givesyouaboner]

Everything would be so much easier if English had genders. You know, German even has the option for gender-neutral nouns. Why can't that be a thing?

Maybe this assignment isn't buttmad hard for them.

[seeringlight]

We survived this long without them. I think we can handle the lack of still.

Class is going to be so very interesting. I wonder how many people will have overlapping subjects.

[givesyouaboner]

But then how will we ever know how to address objects? We can't ask them what their preferred pronouns are.

I'm sure half of them will have theirs about quills or some kind of school supplies.

[seeringlight]

Didn't you know? I'm the bedpost whisperer. I speak to the bedposts of many in knowing their feelings.

It's a good thing that Mutie is never a dull subject.

[givesyouaboner]

Wow, gosh. How was I even supposed to know!

Neither is Orangina. We will survive.

These two are so cute screams

[seeringlight]

Now you do! But it is but a hard kept secret. You must not tell anyone of my powers.

And people wonder why cats make for such great pets!

dirk's best girl cousin he doesn't know he has

[givesyouaboner]

Don't worry! Your secret is save with me.

I'm surprised that people have to wonder at all.

He should find out man.

[seeringlight]

I will have to mercilessly murder you in cold blood if it were to come out into the open.

Not everyone seems to realize the allures of kittens and cats.

y e s

[givesyouaboner]

This undoubtedly gives me reason to never speak a word.

Because they're dumb.

[seeringlight]

Of course. Or watch from the pits of hell as I parade about with my bedposts and your body. A truly morbid scene it would be.

I wholeheartedly agree with this assessment.

[givesyouaboner]

I hope you know countless people would mourn over the loss of me.

Good.

[seeringlight]

I would secretly mourn too. Alas! He was a hopeful candidate. Done in because he could not keep such a heinous secret.

[givesyouaboner]

Clearly I would've deserved it.

[seeringlight]

It would still be quite a loss. So much promise!
But c'est la vie!
Perhaps it was all a ploy anyways. perhaps you did not die, but merely made a dramatic exit in which we were all fooled. Even me.
But than you would return just as powerful, if not more!