Should I present this orally?

I was having writer's block for my creative writing class. Poetry isn't really my thing, but we have a whole bunch due soon so I'm pretty much up to my ears in bad poetry. Which reminded me of my two favorites that I've ever written- that I wrote for this blog. Remember the ones about my flute and computer?  Anyway, that inspired me to try that same kind. I don't know if this is appropriate to turn in for class though:

Dear Cheetos,
How could I have ever resisted you?
From the moment I first tasted you,
I was doomed to be yours forever.
You are very cheesy,
but I love that about you.
And when things get boring,
you know how to make them flamin hot.
Everyday I have to have you,
In my mouth.
Whether you are crunchy, puffs, or baked,
you still give me what I want.
Even when your prices go up,
I will not be turned off.

Please, never leave me alone at lunch time.
I'd miss you too much.
Always yours,
Gloria

Love found

Finally I reconnect with you.
Slender and silver
you shimmer in my eyes

I run my fingers
along your smooth surface
just to remember the feel

Then we start.
I touch my lips to you
and blow.

It's hard
For months we went without
But my mouth on you
is bliss

Deep and moaning.
I feel your low vibrations
resonate through my skin

Tightening my lips
I make you shriek
tone it down
to sweet melody

You sing with every breath I give
I get lost in your sounds

I love being with you because
together we make music.

My flute.



by RS, inspired by this from last year (click link)

This is not good-bye but only see you later

My dear computer,

How you have kept me satisfied this summer.
And oh how I needed you.
I turned you on every morning.
I love the way you light up my face.
I push your buttons constantly, but still,
You always give me what I want.
I feel no greater pleasure
than to feel your warmth on my lap.
With all of your beauty,
I could stare at you all day long.
I get frustrated when you get slow,
Though I know you'll always be waiting for me in the bedroom.
Morning, noon, or night,
You and I always find the time to be together.
Tears come to my eyes
When I realize how limited is our time.
I'm not going to get to see you much anymore
There are not enough hours,
but I want you to know
I'll be fantasizing about your slender, black body
the whole time.