Poetry, Poetry Everywhere

A haiku about how I've begun to feel during those few minutes after the bell rings for a new period and I'm waiting to find out whether students are skipping tutoring or showing up:

I have grown to dread
the treading of sneakers on
the hallway carpet.

Also, apparently marker + newspaper = poetry. It's called blackout poetry, and I think it's kind of neat. I think it appeals to the editor in me, rearranging existing text to make something new and interesting and brief. Plus, there's the satisfaction of having created a piece of writing without having to suffer through the difficult act of actually writing a first draft. And if you mess up, who cares? It's just a newspaper. My first attempt is below.

Strive
to juggle
with friends.
Be careful, however
you might not
be too adept.
Don't ruffle the feather of
Sagittarius.
Don't
build your hopes
on
Aquarius.
Handle your affairs.
Dare
to pony up.