Italian Sonnet on Cool Hair

A little background on today’s poem:  I teach high school seniors.  There is one junior in my class this year; he is a high-achieving kiddo who is taking Senior English Honors.  He entered class today with a new hairstyle and I complimented him on it.  Another student asked me if I could write a sonnet about Jacob’s hair (we are in a sonnet unit at the moment) and my response was, “English or Italian?”  They voted for Italian and I wrote the following during their class period.  Jacob read it to the class and I earned extra credit for rhyming ‘says’ 3 times!  (note: the student’s name has been changed for privacy’s sake.)

The seniors have an attitude that says
They possess this school, the world is their own
Yet on and on they all complain and drone
But one is destined to become our prez.

This student does not wear a hat nor fez
Unlike all others, no one dares to clone
Him for he is the coolest all alone
He owns this hemisphere, north of Juarez

The thing that keeps him in the spotlight rare
Is only that which grows within his head
Brain power that all others care to dread
But more than that are plaits beyond compare
For this one junior rides a higher plane
Jacob has hair that drives them all insane.

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