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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.

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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

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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.

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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!

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