Snow Posted November 29, 2005 Report Posted November 29, 2005 We are sorting through out school work of the kids. My oldest daughter had a flair for the poetic. This is from 3rd grade: RAIN Rain is wet Rain is nice If I were crazy I'd say it was rice. Ice is shiny Ice is nice If I were crazy I'd say it was rice. Rice is tasty Rice is nice If I were crazy I'd say it was spice. Quote
lisajo Posted November 29, 2005 Report Posted November 29, 2005 That is a way cute poem!!!!!!!!!!! Quote
Josie Posted November 29, 2005 Report Posted November 29, 2005 For third grade, that is pretty darn good, Snow. Quote
lisajo Posted November 29, 2005 Report Posted November 29, 2005 I'm glad she said spice............Lice wouldnt have been to tasty LOL And besides i was eating rice when i read it LOL..........I hope she still writes poems! Quote
Snow Posted November 29, 2005 Author Report Posted November 29, 2005 Here's another one: Hyperbole The vegetables my dad makes me eat taste nothing better than the shoes on my feet I don't have enough nerves to eat the vegetables he serves I'd rather be dead than eat the veggies I'm fed What I eat... has to be meat or just taste extremely sweet Quote
lisajo Posted November 29, 2005 Report Posted November 29, 2005 You need to get this kid into a special class for writing she's good! Quote
Snow Posted November 29, 2005 Author Report Posted November 29, 2005 Here's my very favorite: Ballad Poem One day I sat upon my bed Wondering if my dog was fed Then I heard a noise above me So I looked and saw him barely. He was a little man Riding on my ceiling fan. He said "Hi!" As I blinked my eyes Trying to believe what I saw I thought, was this against the law? Breaking into somone's house Having the same height of a mouse? So I shouted back at him What's your name? And he said Flim. He was a little man Riding on my ceiling fan. I ran into the kitchen Where my mom was making chicken When I told her what I had seen She told me lying is very mean. I tried to convince her But all she said was BRRRR! So she walked over to the heater Where my dad had stopped to meet her. Their coversation wouldn't stop But, I didn't want to interupt My politeness wasn't selling So I just had to start yelling THERE'S A LITTLE MAN RIDING ON MY CEILING FAN! Mom and dad were scared to death Is this our child? Does she think we're deaf? I ran to the couch to hide Does our child have any pride? A little man riding on my ceiling fan The next day they sent me to an institution A place with no quick motion Now I learned to watch what I say Or in a padded room I'll lay There's a little man Riding on my ceiling fan When I came back from that institution on Slater Four months later I heard a sound from in my room What was I to assume... There is a little man Riding on my ceiling fan. Quote
lisajo Posted November 29, 2005 Report Posted November 29, 2005 WOW did she realy write these? or are ya pulling my leg? If so she is good! i hope you keep them forever, maybe make a book for her when she is grown Quote
lisajo Posted November 29, 2005 Report Posted November 29, 2005 also Snow...........Thanks for this post it made my day brighter! I am glad to see something so positive Quote
Snow Posted November 30, 2005 Author Report Posted November 30, 2005 Thanks for the compliments - my dtr appreciated them Quote
USNationalist Posted November 30, 2005 Report Posted November 30, 2005 Im sure she did... liar. Quote
lisajo Posted November 30, 2005 Report Posted November 30, 2005 This is a Christmas poem my son's wrote about 3 years ago when they were in middle school we made christmas cards out of it, By, Nick And JB The Big Fat Guy and the sleigh in the sky As I walked to my car, I noticed in the sky, A tiny sleigh rapidly passing by, with my slow thinking brain...I didn't know quick That fast flying sleigh was are good friend St. Nick, i went into the house and asked my smart Mom, What's that strange appearance out on the lawn? She said that was Santa Claus, and i said Santa who? I wasn't very smart and i had no clue, He's that fat guy who delivered our Christmas honey, Hey Mom do you mean the Easter Bunny? Mom said no the Easter bunny is fluffy and hairy, But Mom isn't that the tooth fairy? Mom said He's Father Christmas who works at the north pole, If you are good he gives you gifts if you are bad he gives you coal, When I woke up Christmas day there were gifts under the tree, I said heyyyy this ones for me, as i thought to my self as i looked at the tree I knew nothing about Christmas, and i'm only 23! Quote
lisajo Posted November 30, 2005 Report Posted November 30, 2005 Thanks Snow.......... Does anyone else have any more cool fun poems to share? Quote
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