In class we had to make a poem for something based off of the book The Kite Runner . I made mine based off of a short story the main character wrote when he was a child. I did it because I love the idea and the irony of the story. I decided I would post it here and would love feedback before i turn in the final copy.
A man with a goblet of gold
given to by the gypsy of old
running along to a cold and damp hell
where his mother screams and yells
over the hay and surrounded by brie,
he knows nothing more than to cry
in the goblet the tears go
like little droplets of snow
changing one by one to pearls,
the spheres of perfect curls.
Happy, excited, and curious too,
he grabbed an onion that he slew.
Crying "give pearls to thee!"
Pearls did not appear, not one, two, nor three.
Only tears of sorrow, not happiness
what could he do? "My life must become a mess!"
First he got mugged, then he burnt down his house, anything he can.
None worked. Nothing can. Not anything but what rips him of being a man.
Grabbing a knife, raising it shyly
throws it at his only child and wife forcefully.
Atop a mountain of pearls for everyone to adore,
there he cries once, twice, never ending, pearls increasing and tears too more and more.
by 
Subject: Poem - The Pearl Goblet 
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