Exercise 9 - Gio Petrucci

Narratives
Receipt #16

1) Narrative Through POEM

JJ’s Request

I Don't Get The Point Of This

Walking down the street
Macaroni at my feet;
Instant Coffee, made of Gold
Is a sight you must behold.
Trees made of crackers, salty good
Free range eggs replace the wood;
Rain starts to pour on me head
Tangy orange flavour surrounds me.

I don’t get the point of this.

I run for shelter, find some quick
The smell of garden gloves makes me sick.
I find a roll, I check it twice,
The coloured paper suits me nice.

I don’t get the point of this.

Protection from the acid rain pleases the soul.
High from the sky, suddenly falls a bowl.
“I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter” is what is says
Makes good cookies, I guess.

I don’t get the point of this.

Random things always happen to me.
Going to Dominion is always a treat.

Fin.

2) Narrative Through Pictures! Yay!