"The Great Gatsby" book as a poem.
There’s a story to be told about everyone,
A life story about who they are,
Where they came from,
What kind of house they live in,
And drive what kind of car.
This is part of Jay Gatsby’s story.
He had a neighbor named Nick, who narrated the book,
He had a gardener, a butler, and a cook.
He had a huge house that settled in west egg,
He through great parties all the time,
And if you wanted in,
You didn’t have to beg,
You could just walk right in.
He would look across the lake he lived by at night,
Just starring at the dock with the green light.
Where lived the Buchannan’s.
He was in love with a girl named Daisy,
She drove him crazy but she was married to Tom.
Tom was married to Daisy,
But he was sleeping around with Myrtle.
He bought her a dog,
Or was it a turtle?
One day at a party,
Myrtle stepped out of place,
She mentioned Daisy name,
So Tom hit her in the face.
Anyway, that doesn’t matter much,
Because this story is about Gatsby.
He fought in WWI,
In all the combats,
And did I mention his real name was James Gatz.
See Gatsby was a bootlegger,
For many people is was a secret,
Because this was uncommon for a west egger.
On one night,
After him and tom got in a fight,
Gatsby and Daisy drove home.
For her love he did strive,
So when she asked,
He let her drive.
They didn’t have time to stop and enjoy the night life,
Because Daisy hit someone,
It was Myrtle, George’s wife.
She lied in the street as they sped away,
A little while later, up drove Tom, Jordan, and Nick Carraway.
Myrtle was now gone,
Starting to fade from people’s minds,
And will soon be a bygone.
But George wanted revenge,
And that was understood.
He walked out of his office saying
“I’m gonna get him good”.
Thinking it was Gatsby,
He walked to his house.
His anger For Gatsby he could hardly contain,
Wanting to unleash it on Gatsby,
And leave a bloodstain.
It was safe to say,
That George was insane.
He walked around to the pool,
Where Gatsby was floating.
There was no chance of changing his mind,
Because his mind was doting.
Before turning the gun on himself,
George shot Gatsby in the head,
Then they both just laid there,
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