A guy in AP English class read "The Wind Cries Mary" as an original poem.

https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/jimihendrix/thewindcriesmary.html

After all the jacks are in their boxes

And the clowns have all gone to bed

You can hear happiness staggering on down the street

Footprints dressed in red

A broom is drearily sweeping

Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life

Somewhere a queen is weeping

Somewhere a king has no wife

The traffic lights—they turn, uh, blue tomorrow

And shine their emptiness down on my bed

The tiny island sags downstream

"Cause the life that lived is—is dead

Will the wind ever remember

The names it has blown in the past?

And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom

It whispers, "No. This will be the last."

The teacher had no idea it was a song. Only a few people in the class had any idea what it was, and we didn't say anything. He got an A grade.