Pencil
By Michael
Inside the bright yellow pencil, the sunny tan wood.
Inside the sunny tan wood, the dripping green tree.
Inside the dripping green tree, the golden brown.
Inside the golden brown, the rapid blades of a chainsaw.
Inside the rapid blades of a chainsaw, the thump of a tree in pain.
Inside the thump of a tree in pain, the bright yellow pencil.
Surf
fast, rough
balancing, falling, jumping
falling off the board
long board
Worm
squiggly, slimy
digging, toiling, eating
loves digging very much
earthworm
If I were in charge of the world
I’d cancel all subjects in school except gym and recess and replace them with video game class and talk hour.
If I were in charge of the world
there’d be milkshakes 10 feet tall and everything would be free.
If I in charge of the world
rules would be far gone,
the only rule I’d have to make is no rules.
If I were in charge of the world
every would be rated E and
kids would be in charge of parents
and you’d have unlimited lives
I am the warthog that fights
I am the lighting that shocks
I am the hawk that glides
I am the red that burns
I am the bubbles that burst
I am the spark in the mind
I am intense, I am hurt less
Red is the color of a dripping cheeseburger and a juicy apple.
Red is ketchup and tomatoes.
It’s flames, lava and anger.
Plus Nicks eraser and a hungry crab.
Also Nicks power band.
Red is also the vision of “crash”.
Red is a new present.
That is the color of red.