Christmas Limerick

There once was an elf who would sob
because he had a girly job
cutting red bows
for golden oboes
That worker's name was Bob


Ther once was a reindeer from Pole
who possesed a tiresome goal
to carry laden sacks
and Christmas backpacks
That holiday deer named Nicole

There were seven siblings
In a public pool.
Anastasia jumped in
and broke the rule.
Danielle stared at the lifeguard
Benjamin went for the raft.
Then Desiree pushed in her sister hard
Lyle sneaked behind the senior.
Timothy laughed at a dunked boy,
while Caleb hid behind a beach ball and splashed Ben with joy.

Fluffy pillow
Gray and white
Flowering and dropping water
Never solid
Cloud

Tangled up in chicken and gravy
Happily eating a pecan pie
Afterwards drinking wassal
Never going to bed hungry
Keeping a hidden orange for later
Slicing a squash pie
Giving your neighbor a scoop of icecream
In between a pumpkin pastie and mashed potatoes
Vanquishing a whole handful of olives
In a fruit salad
Nibbling on some chedder cheese
Going home like an oversized ball.

Trouble Poetry

The trouble with puppies is that
Eventually they become to fat

A difficulty with apples is sad
because they soon become bad

I used to poetry

I used to be bad at computer games
Trying to find out the keys

Since I've had practice
I'm a lot better now

I Wish

I wish I were superman
Using Karate
To defeat all odds
With kicks and blows
To disarm all military weapons

Chewing, noisingly and sparsely
at the parched grass
Over the rock beaten hill
they trudge
With a lone dog
wondering why they
Slowly walk and
eat where they please

Confuse Poetry

Nine, Naughty, Nosy, Nice, Noses Knew
Four Fresh French Fries Fried Faithfully in the Fire
Two Torn Tired Tiny Tight Toads Talked
Seven Silly Sacred Selfish Silky Snakes Slithered

Walking Poetry

We took a walk that afternoon
only me and my pet dog.
We walked by an old mine
and sat on an ancient log.

I had bad feelings
about this woody log
because when I had looked
I saw a rattler eating a frog.

Then my dog and I frantically ran
across the beaten field
through the rocky stream
and hid in the cornfield.

Chemistry of 7th grade

     I am working on making my finger go bloody, having an invisible ink, and a lot more.   Most come out right, but some do not.   I have to wear glasses and big gloves so that I will not get any irritant stuff on my hands.   This is a picture of me and my ingredients.

Comfort Poetry

Stop naughty boy
Cry no more
The snake is gone
Cry no more
When we get home
I will make a shake
Sorry boy
It was a fake
Cry no more

Poetry from the past

This is my bow

It will end a birdsong
Made of dark wood
and is very strong

This is my bow

I pull to shoot
Streaking through the air
Too bad! I hit a root

This is my bow

What a blow
It's not made in the U.S.
It's made in Congo