Anyone Lived In a Pretty How Town

     E.E. Cummings was an utter genius. When he wrote Anyone Lived In a Pretty How Town he reached new heights. At least in my book.
     I used to be a poetry virgin. I hated it with all my might. I wouldn't read it, wouldn't write it, and when teachers said it was time for the poetry section I did everything I could to skip out on those classes and procrastinate those assignments.
     But then one day something magical happened. My favorite English teacher stood in front of the class and said, "Students, it's time. Poetry Month." My mind immediately went into denial. Heavens no. Not already. This isn't happening. It's just a nightmare Brogan, it's going to be alright.
     But I was wrong. It was happening. I sat outside the classroom with my best friend as we tried to figure out what in the world the poem meant. It took a good twenty minutes, and no one had figured it out yet. Then my teacher came over and said something prophetic... noone and anyone are people.......bam. I figured it out and no one else in my class did.
     From that day on I have loved the poem Anyone Lived In a Pretty How Town. The style is so unique and captivating. The whole thing is a puzzle and trying to figure it out is incredibly difficult, yet satisfying. And when the moment comes that you finally do understand what E.E. Cummings is trying to say, you feel like a total genius. And let me tell you.... you basically are at this point.
     One of the greatest things about this poem is that you feel like you are reading something super deep and meaningful like Shakespeare, but not too mushy like I think his writing is. And you are reading something fun and light-hearted like Dr. Seuss, but not too silly that you don't take it seriously.
     I guess all I can say is I broke a commandment (totally just kidding....Mormons) but I am officially no longer a poetry virgin.