“Pencil”
Inside my
pencil only
one thing
is there. A
turtle you
see his na-
me is Hare.
His shell is
yellow with
speckles of
green, and
his nose is
pink like a pig
who is clean.
When the
Doorbell
for a minute
or ten; Hare
goes in his
shell and
goes to
bed.
“Ella Waddle”
Energetic all the time;
Laughing with my friends.
Licking Blow-Pop suckers;
All over again.
Waking up at 6:30 for school
And
Dreading the school day;
Doesn’t stop me from
Loving life
Everyday in my own way.
“Kangaroo”
There once was a fat kangaroo.
Who knew who he belonged to.
He had a big fat hat.
To keep away a bat,
and soon moved to the town RooHoo.
“Then to Now”
I am fourteen, used to be one.
In my life I have gotten a lot done.
I used to have perfect vision,
but not anymore.
I have contacts now and see greater
than ever before.
I used to be crazy, but have gotten more lazy.
And I can wait to see what my future holds.
“Douglasses’ House”
In the basement with my friends
wow our stories never end.
Quietness suddenly appears by all
and upstairs we hear something fall.
We all got scared and then we run,
Up a steep driveway; not so fun.
With clubs in our hands and food
in our mouths, we all get on the
road and run south.
We then arrive at someone's house,
and there is not one single mouse.
The guy at the house, who we knew;
went to go check all the way through.
What a night, nobody was there,
just think if it were a bear.
“Pine Trees”
Pine cones smell like a bonfire.
Pine cones feel hard and rough.
Pine cones look brown and bumpy.
Pine cones sound loud and shallow.
Pine cones taste like wood.
“Casaby”
This is a Casaby.
A Casaby lives on cozy couches close to Canada.
A Casaby eats crunchy carrots,
cauliflower, cantaloupe, corn, and cheese.
A Casaby likes colorful crayons, crazy clowns,
and comfortable chairs.
A Casaby crawls across countries counting clouds.
My Casaby climbed a mountain continuously in each continent.
“Christmas”
Holiday festivities are right
around the corner.
Nothing is colder than the
snowfall, so warn her!
French toast is being made
I wish I could be in the
shade; but the poppin’,
sizzlin’, drippin’, is all
homemade!
In fuzzy socks to keep me
warm, oh so nice not being
in a swarm.
“Carpet”
Warm. Cozy. Snugly. Feet.
What a wonderful feeling standing on heat.
With little dark pieces twirling between your toes.
And the scent of freshness finding
Its way through your nose.
There’s not a squeak or beep coming out of it, no.
Maybe a little stain, though!
All through the house on the bottoms of your feet.
Warm. Cozy. Snugly. Is all you need.
“Monkeys”
Brown Monkeys, Black Monkeys
Colorful ones too.
Swinging from branch to branch
collecting bananas right out of the blue.
Playing with friends and family
their dreams have come true.
Climbing through the jungle,
what else could they possibly do?
No comments:
Post a Comment