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Article posted February 6, 2012 at 05:47 PM GMT • comment (2) • Reads 922

Here is my favorite poem:





 



 



I like this poem because it’s funny and everyone knows you can’t get a U.F.O with real aliens in it. It’s just nonsense and I like non-sense. I like nonsense because I’m a random type of girl who builds forts in her closet.




Dear Santa, here's my Christmas list.

I hope you'll bring it all.

I've only asked for gifts my parents

can't find at the mall.



I'd like to have a UFO,

with aliens inside,

and maybe a Tyrannosaurus Rex

that I could ride.



A ninety-nine foot robot

is a present I could use.

I'll also need a time machine,

and rocket-powered shoes.



Please bring a gentle genie

who will grant my every wish,

and don't forget a wizard's wand,

and, yes, a talking fish.



Of course, I'll need a unicorn,

and won't you please provide

a dragon, and a castle

in the English countryside.



Of course, the weight of all these things

might cause your sleigh to crash.

If that's the case, dear Santa,

please feel free to just bring cash.


--Kenn Nesbitt

Article posted February 6, 2012 at 05:47 PM GMT • comment (2) • Reads 922



Article posted February 6, 2012 at 05:44 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36

 



















My puppy punched me in the eye.


My rabbit whacked my ear.


My ferret gave a frightful cry


and roundhouse kicked my rear.





My lizard flipped me upside down.


My kitten kicked my head.


My hamster slammed me to the ground


and left me nearly dead.





So my advice? Avoid regrets;


no matter what you do,


don't ever let your family pets


take lessons in kung fu.



--Kenn Nesbitt



I like this poem because its funny and has cool animals like puppys , lizard , and even a ferret =http:// :)



 



 







 

Article posted February 6, 2012 at 05:44 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36



Article posted February 6, 2012 at 05:41 PM GMT • comment • Reads 38

One of my favorite poems is My Teacher Ate My Homework by Kenn Nesbitt.



My teacher ate my homework,

Which I thought was rather odd.

He sniffed at it and smiled

with an approving sort of nod.



He took a little nibble --

it's unusual, but true --

then had a somewhat larger bite

and gave a thoughtful chew.



I think he must have liked it,

for he really went to town.

He gobbled it with gusto

and he wolfed the whole thing down.



He licked off all his fingers,

gave a burp and said, "You pass."

I guess that's how they grade you

when you're in a cooking class.

--Kenn Nesbitt

I love this poem because it is funny. The alliteration and rhyme because they are my favorite poetic devises.

Article posted February 6, 2012 at 05:41 PM GMT • comment • Reads 38



Article posted February 12, 2012 at 11:15 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 52

My favorite poem is My Teacher Ate My Homework by -Kenn Nesbitt



My teacher ate my homework,

Which I thought was rather odd.

He sniffed at it and smiled

with an approving sort of nod.



He took a little nibble --

it's unusual, but true --

then had a somewhat larger bite

and gave a thoughtful chew.



I think he must have liked it,

for he really went to town.

He gobbled it with gusto

and he wolfed the whole thing down.



He licked off all his fingers,

gave a burp and said, "You pass."

I guess that's how they grade you

when you're in a cooking class.

--Kenn Nesbitt



These are some reasons why I like this poem. I like this poem because it is funny and I like the rhyme.

Article posted February 12, 2012 at 11:15 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 52



Article posted February 10, 2012 at 02:28 PM GMT • comment • Reads 43

 



My favorite poem is...



 



yip yip woof!



By: Dave Crawley



Tiny Chihuahua.



Humongous Great Dane.



The difference between them



Is really quite plain.



Feisty Chihuahua



Will yap yap and yip.



If he doesn’t like you.



You may get a nip!



Gentle Great  Dane



Has a powerful bite



But never would nip you.



She’s much too polite.



Great Dane finds the carpet



A fine place to nap.



Chihuahua loves curling



Right up in your lap.



Their owners would have



Some cause for dismay



if each dog behaved



in the opposite way.





I really like this poem because I really like dogs! I also really like Dave Crawley as a poet. I think he's a great rhymer.

Article posted February 10, 2012 at 02:28 PM GMT • comment • Reads 43



Article posted February 6, 2012 at 10:18 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36

Star Light, Star Bright



By:Bruce Lansky



Book: "My Dog Ate My Homework"



 



 



Star light, star bright



first star I see tonight,



I'm going to try with all my might,



to keep my jammies dry all night.



                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        



I like this poem because it is funny.  At first, I thought this was going to be a serious poem but it was actually really funny. I think the picture looks cute, too.




 



Article posted February 6, 2012 at 10:18 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36



Article posted February 14, 2012 at 02:07 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36





I Bought a Pet Banana



I bought a pet banana

and I tried to teach him tricks,

but he wasn't any good at

catching balls or fetching sticks.



He could never catch a Frisbee,

and he wouldn't sit or speak,

though we practiced every afternoon

and evening for a week.



He refused to shake or wave or crawl

or beg or take a bow,

and I tried, but couldn't make him bark

or get him to meow.



He was terrible at playing dead.

He couldn't jump a rope.

When he wouldn't do a single trick

I simply gave up hope.



Though I liked my pet banana,

I returned him with regret.

Boy, I sure do hope this watermelon

makes a better pet.

--Kenn Nesbitt

ht a Pet Banana




 I like this poem because it is funny. I have always wanted a banana as a pet (not really).



My cousin has one because she is only 3 and I tricked her into getting one.

Article posted February 14, 2012 at 02:07 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36



Article posted February 7, 2012 at 02:21 PM GMT • comment • Reads 43

I would not could not in the rain



not on a train



not in a house



not with a mouse



not on a boat



not with a goat



not in a box



not with a fox



not in the rain



not on a train



I would not could not here or there



I would not could not ANYWHERE!



I do not like Green Eggs And Ham



I do not like them Sam I Am!



I like ryming poems and I think that is one of the coolest poems!



 

Article posted February 7, 2012 at 02:21 PM GMT • comment • Reads 43



Article posted February 8, 2012 at 02:15 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 92



My Favorite Poem:



Mr. Spats


Had twenty-one hats,


And none of them were the same.


And Mr. Smeds


Had twenty-one heads


And only one hat to his name.



Now, when Mr. Smeds


Met Mr. Spats,


They talked of the


Buying and selling of hats.


And Mr. Spats


Bought Mr. Smeds’ hat!


Did you ever hear anything


Crazier than that?



– Shel Silverstein



 



This is my favorite poem because its crazy and funny. I also like the rhyme and the exageration with the people how they have 21 hats or 21 heads.



Article posted February 8, 2012 at 02:15 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 92



Article posted February 7, 2012 at 11:10 PM GMT • comment • Reads 113

My FIsh was Small         



My fIsh was small,



my fIsh was gold,



but now my fIsh Is stIll and cold.



 



My fIsh no more



wIll splash and splIsh.



My fIsh Is gone



 



            I flush my fIsh



-Jack Prelutsky



 



   I lIke this poem because that Is what happened to my brothers fIsh. But I really kIlled them because I though tthey had rashes so I put baby powder In theIr tank and It kIlled them all. I felt really bad. But I stIll LOVE thIs poem!!!!






Article posted February 7, 2012 at 11:10 PM GMT • comment • Reads 113



Article posted February 7, 2012 at 10:52 PM GMT • comment • Reads 42

Here is my favorite poem:



"My Beard"



By Shel Silverstein



My beard grows down to my toes,


I never wears no clothes,


I wraps my hair


Around my bare,


And down the road I goes.



I like this poem because it is funny.



 



 



 



 



 



 

Article posted February 7, 2012 at 10:52 PM GMT • comment • Reads 42



Article posted February 14, 2012 at 02:25 PM GMT • comment • Reads 52

The Acrobats


By: Shel Silverstein



I'll swing


By my ankels,


She'll cling


To your knees


As you hang


By your nose


From a high-up


Trapeze.


But just one thing, please,


As we float through the breeze


Don't sneeze.



I like this poem becauseI like to watch acrobats. I also like how they hold on to each other and the bars. It would be really funny to watch them.

Article posted February 14, 2012 at 02:25 PM GMT • comment • Reads 52



Article posted February 13, 2012 at 07:05 PM GMT • comment • Reads 47

'I cannot go to school today, '


Said little Peggy Ann McKay.


'I have the measles and the mumps,


A gash, a rash and purple bumps.


My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,


I'm going blind in my right eye.


My tonsils are as big as rocks,


I've counted sixteen chicken pox


And there's one more-that's seventeen,


And don't you think my face looks green?


My leg is cut-my eyes are blue-


It might be instamatic flu.


I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,


I'm sure that my left leg is broke-


My hip hurts when I move my chin,


My belly button's caving in,


My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,


My 'pendix pains each time it rains.


My nose is cold, my toes are numb.


I have a sliver in my thumb.


My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,


I hardly whisper when I speak.


My tongue is filling up my mouth,


I think my hair is falling out.


My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,


My temperature is one-o-eight.


My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,


There is a hole inside my ear.


I have a hangnail, and my heart is-what?


What's that? What's that you say?


You say today is...Saturday?


G'bye, I'm going out to play! '


 


This is my favorite poem because Peggy Ann McKay is trying to not have to go to school but its Saturday she says ok bye,and goes outside.I like its end ryhme and the rhythm and its very very funny.


 


 








Article posted February 13, 2012 at 07:05 PM GMT • comment • Reads 47



Article posted February 6, 2012 at 05:33 PM GMT • comment • Reads 37









































Flint





   


By:Christina Rossetti


 


An emerald is as green as grass,


A ruby red as blood;


A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;


A flint lies in the mud.



A diamond is a brillant stone,


To catch the world's desire;


An opal holds a fiery spark;


But a flint holds fire.







     This poem inspires me, I feel some kind of connection to it. This poem, to me, is like a door leading to insparation.

Article posted February 6, 2012 at 05:33 PM GMT • comment • Reads 37



Article posted February 7, 2012 at 02:16 PM GMT • comment • Reads 35

 



 



Jack Prelutskey



I enjoy this book because I like poems by Jack Prelutsky. Another reason I like it is because it really describes who the boy is and what he does. I reccomend this book to kids who like Jack Prelutsky poems! I also like this poem because it has Alliteration and thats fun because the beginning of the line repeats!



 



 



There’s a new kid on the block,



boy, that kid is tough,



That new kid punches hard,



That new kid plays real rough,



That new kid’s big and strong,



With muscles everywhere,



That new kid tweaked my arm,



That new kid pulled my hair.



That new kid likes to fight,



And picks on all the guys,



That new kid scares me some,



(That new kid’s twice my size),



That new kid stomped my toes,



That new kid swiped my ball,



That new kid’s really bad,



I don’t care for her at all.

Article posted February 7, 2012 at 02:16 PM GMT • comment • Reads 35



Article posted February 9, 2012 at 02:26 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 43

 



















My teacher took my iPod.


She said they had a rule;


I couldn't bring it into class


or even to the school.





She said she would return it;


I'd have it back today.


But then she tried my headphones on


and gave a click on Play.





She looked a little startled,


but after just a while


she made sure we were occupied


and cracked a wicked smile.



Her body started swaying.


Her toes began to tap.


She soon was grooving in her seat


and rocking to the rap.



My teacher changed her mind.


She said it's now okay


to bring my iPod into class.


She takes it every day
.



--Kenn Nesbitt







  I like this poem because I like how it rymes. Also I like this poem because at the end the teacher likes the music so she decides to let her have it back but she has to bring it every day to school and still the teacher takes it so that she can listen to the music.

Article posted February 9, 2012 at 02:26 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 43



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 12:38 AM GMT • comment • Reads 40

My Dog Chewed Up My Homework



by Bruce Lansky





--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I'm glad to say my homework's done.

I finished it last night.

I've got it right here in this box.

It's not a pretty sight.

My dog chewed up my homework.

He slobbered on it, too.

So now my homework's ripped to shreds

and full of slimy goo.



It isn't much to look at,

but I brought it anyway.

I'm going to dump it on your desk

if I don't get an A.



I liked this poem because it is very funny and I think it's a great poem.



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 12:38 AM GMT • comment • Reads 40



Article posted February 13, 2012 at 11:19 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 39

The Meehoo with an Exactlywatt

By Shel Silverstein



Knock knock!

Who's there

Me!

Me who?

That's right

What's right?

Meehoo!

That's want I want to know!

What's what you want to know?

Me who?

Yes, exactly!

Exactly what?

Yes, I have an Exactlywatt on a chain!

Exactly what on a chain?

Yes!

Yes what?

No, Exactlywatt!

That's what I want to know!

I told you--Exactlywatt!

Exactly what?

Yes!

Yes what?

Yes, it's with me!

What's with you?

Exactlywatt--that's what's with me.

Me who?

Yes!

Go away!



Knock knock...





This is my all time favorite poem. I really want to share it because it is funny. I think it will get people's spirits up.

Article posted February 13, 2012 at 11:19 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 39



Article posted February 7, 2012 at 02:21 PM GMT • comment • Reads 51

SARAH CYNTHIA SYLVIA STOUT


WOULD NOT TAKE THE GARBAGE OUT




Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout


Would not take the garbage out!


She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,


Candy the yams and spice the hams,


And though her daddy would scream and shout,


She simply would not take the garbage out.


And so it piled up to the ceilings:


Coffee grounds, potato peelings,


Brown bananas, rotten peas,


Chunks of sour cottage cheese.


It filled the can, it covered the floor,


It cracked the window and blocked the door


With bacon rinds and chicken bones,


Drippy ends of ice cream cones,


Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,


Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,


Pizza crusts and withered greens,


Soggy beans and tangerines,


Crusts of black burned buttered toast,


Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . .


The garbage rolled on down the hall,


It raised the roof, it broke the wall. . .


Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,


Globs of gooey bubble gum,


Cellophane from green baloney,


Rubbery blubbery macaroni,


Peanut butter, caked and dry,


Curdled milk and crusts of pie,


Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,


Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,


Cold french fried and rancid meat,


Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.


At last the garbage reached so high


That it finally touched the sky.


And all the neighbors moved away,


And none of her friends would come to play.


And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,


"OK, I'll take the garbage out!"


But then, of course, it was too late. . .


The garbage reached across the state,


From New York to the Golden Gate.


And there, in the garbage she did hate,


Poor Sarah met an awful fate,


That I cannot now relate


Because the hour is much too late.


But children, remember Sarah Stout


And always take the garbage out!



Shel Silverstein, 1974



I enjoy this poem because it has some alliteration in it. And because it has wacky words in it witch make it so interesting.

Article posted February 7, 2012 at 02:21 PM GMT • comment • Reads 51



Article posted February 14, 2012 at 02:14 PM GMT • comment • Reads 38

This is my favorite poem from Robert Wienstock



MOM



I ate your father. Yes,it's true.Thats what we praying mantids do. His last words were"Adieu, If only I could eat you ,too."



I like that poem because it makes me laugh. It is just a nonsense poem.

Article posted February 14, 2012 at 02:14 PM GMT • comment • Reads 38



Article posted February 14, 2012 at 02:01 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36

I agree with the title


Today is very boring,


it’s a very boring day,


there is nothing much to look at,


there is nothing much to say,


there’s a peacock on my sneakers,


there’s a penguin on my head,


there’s a dormouse on my doorstep,


I am going back to bed.





Today is very boring,


it is boring through and through,


there is absolutely nothing


that I think I want to do,


I see giants riding rhinos,


and an ogre with a sword,


there’s a dragon blowing smoke rings,


I am positively bored.





Today is very boring,


I can hardly help by yawn,


there’s a flying saucer landing


in the middle of my lawn,


a volcano just erupted


less than half a mile away,


and I think I felt an earthquake,


it’s a very boring day.


 


This is my favorite poem because it is vary funny. This poem is also ironic because the day rely is existing.   

Article posted February 14, 2012 at 02:01 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36



Article posted February 7, 2012 at 10:05 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 96

 One of my favorite poems is called '' I Eat Kids Yum Yum!'' by Jack Prelutsky.



 



A child went out one day.



She only went to play.




A mighty monster came along 



and sang:








'' I EAT KIDS YUM YUM!



I STUFF THEM DOWN MY TUM.



I ONLY LEAVE THE TEETH AND CLOTHES. ( I SPECIALLY LIKE TOES.)''








The child was not amused.




She stood there and refused.



Then with a skip and twirl she



sang the song of the hungry girl:



''I EAT MONSTERS BURP!



THEY MAKE ME SQUEAL AND SLURP.



IT'S TIME TO CHOMP AND TAKE A CHEW AND WHAT 



I'LL CHEW IS YOU!''



The monster ran like that!



It didn't stop to chat.



( The child went skipping home 



again and ate her brothers



model train)



I like this poem because I thouht it was funny that the girl wasn't scared of the monster but the monster was scared of her!  I also like the songs that the monster and the girl sang to each other about eating one another!

Article posted February 7, 2012 at 10:05 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 96



Article posted February 8, 2012 at 07:26 PM GMT • comment • Reads 258

My favorite poem is Flu by Terry Cooper



I'm wheezing



I'm sneezing



I'm coughing so loud



I'm Sputtering



I'm Muttering



My heads in a cloud



They say it's a fever,



They say it's the flu.



They say it's Mysterious.



I say, "Ah...ah...CHOO!"



 



I like this poem because it is verry fuuny and it has alot of End Rhyme in it! :)

Article posted February 8, 2012 at 07:26 PM GMT • comment • Reads 258



Article posted February 10, 2012 at 04:16 PM GMT • comment (2) • Reads 39

My favorite poem is Dog Bed by Dave Crawley (This is the one to grade).



We bought a new bed for Woofer to use.

A snug bed. A rug bed. Just right for a snooze.

There's a little dog pillow for resting his head

(since Woofer's too big now for sharing my bed).

He's curled in the corner, not making a peep.

I'll fluff up my pillow and drift off to...Yepp!









Ow! Yow!

Ouch! Youch!

Yelp! Help!

Bow! Wow!











Get off my feet!

Give back my sheet!

Dont lick my face!

I need more space!







I reach for my blanket and fell to the floor, while up in my bed he's beginning to snore. Thats not how I planned it, but that's how it is. The dog bed is my bed, and my bed is his!



I like this poem because i think it is funny. It also kind of reminds me of my dog because he likes to lay in my bed. I like this poem because it has alot of End Rhyme!

Article posted February 10, 2012 at 04:16 PM GMT • comment (2) • Reads 39



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 04:14 PM GMT • comment • Reads 46

This poem is called i bought my dog a cell phone.





I bought my dog a cell phone.

I didn't mind the cost.

I figured I could call him

whenever he got lost.













But when i dialed his number and askd, "Where are you now?"

his answers were not helpful:

just Woof! and Bow-wow-wow!

Article posted February 17, 2012 at 04:14 PM GMT • comment • Reads 46



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 04:11 PM GMT • comment • Reads 50

This poem is called ouch!



Hark!

Bark!

Tail!

Flail!

Swipe!

Yipe!

Arp!

Sharp!

Yelp!

Help!





This poem needs just one more line:

dont ever chase a porcupine!

Article posted February 17, 2012 at 04:11 PM GMT • comment • Reads 50



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 04:25 PM GMT • comment • Reads 52

This poem is called Telling a tail



A happy tail wags.

A gloomy tail sags.

A frightened tail tucks under hind legs and drags.

Your puppy's emotions come through, without fail.

Whatever he's feeling, his tail tells a tail.

Article posted February 17, 2012 at 04:25 PM GMT • comment • Reads 52



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 04:20 PM GMT • comment • Reads 45

















 

My Favorite Poem:



Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens



Last night I dreamed of chickens,


there were chickens everywhere,


they were standing on my stomach,


they were nesting in my hair,


they were pecking at my pillow,


they were hopping on my head,


they were ruffling up their feathers


as they raced about my bed.





They were on the chairs and tables,


they were on the chandeliers,


they were roosting in the corners,


they were clucking in my ears,


there were chickens, chickens, chickens


for as far as I could see...


when I woke today, I noticed


there were eggs on top of me. 







My Response:



        I think it would be a little strange to have a dream about chickens.  I've always wondered if I have the strangest dreams.  Now I know the strangest poem about chickens and dreams.  I like this poem because I think it is funny and it would be strange to have a dream about chickens.  It would be scary to wake up with chickens as far as I could see.






Article posted February 17, 2012 at 04:20 PM GMT • comment • Reads 45



Article posted February 7, 2012 at 04:21 PM GMT • comment • Reads 38

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house All that cold, cold, wet day. 












The I like this poem because it is really funny to me. The I want to share is how it is really funny. If you read it you will find out how funny it is. Go to the link below  to see the trailer.



 



http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/dr-seuss-horton-hears-a-who/trailers/;_ylt=ArOjEcEX1TzovuXTbg.hmFrtYjIB;_ylu=X3oDMTIwMWcxc2xvBG1pdANNb3ZpZSBIZWFkZXIEcG9zAzUEc2VjA01lZGlhRW50aXR5SGVhZGVyTGlua3NQYWNrYWdlQXNzZW1ibHk-;_ylg=X3oDMTFjcjk4NTY4BGludGwDdXMEbGFuZwNlbi11cwRwc3RhaWQDBHBzdGNhdAMEcHQDBHRlc3QD;_ylv=3



 



 



 

Article posted February 7, 2012 at 04:21 PM GMT • comment • Reads 38



Article posted February 10, 2012 at 04:34 PM GMT • comment • Reads 39

Ickle Me, Pickle Me,Tickle Me Too



By:Shel Silverstein



Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too


Went for a ride in a flying shoe.


"Hooray!"


"What fun!"


"It's time we flew!"


Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.





Ickle was captain, and Pickle was crew


And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew


As higher


And higher


And higher they flew,


Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.





Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,


Over the sun and beyond the blue.


"Hold on!"


"Stay in!"


"I hope we do!"


Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too
.





Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle too


Never returned to the world they knew,


And nobody


Knows what's


Happened to


Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. ! 



This peom is my favorite because of the name is weird and it dose not really make sence. I also like pickle and it is in the titles and it is silly.    

Article posted February 10, 2012 at 04:34 PM GMT • comment • Reads 39



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 08:49 PM GMT • comment • Reads 34

Whatif by Shel Silverstein


Last night, while I lay thinking here,


some Whatifs crawled inside my ear


and pranced and partied all night long


and sang their same old Whatif song:


Whatif I'm dumb in school?


Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?


Whatif I get beat up?


Whatif there's poison in my cup?


Whatif I start to cry?


Whatif I get sick and die?


Whatif I flunk that test?


Whatif green hair grows on my chest?


Whatif nobody likes me?


Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?


Whatif I don't grow talle?


Whatif my head starts getting smaller?


Whatif the fish won't bite?


Whatif the wind tears up my kite?


Whatif they start a war?


Whatif my parents get divorced?


Whatif the bus is late?


Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?


Whatif I tear my pants?


Whatif I never learn to dance?


Everything seems well, and then


the nighttime Whatifs strike again!






 














I like this poem because I think that sometimes when you lay down to sleep your mind decides to stay awake.  It makes me smile when I read it because it doesn't make one thing more important than the other, it puts everything together in a jumble like your mind does at night sometimes. 

Article posted February 17, 2012 at 08:49 PM GMT • comment • Reads 34



Article posted February 7, 2012 at 04:25 PM GMT • comment • Reads 129

My Sisters always on the phone



 By:Bruce Lansky



My sister's always on the phone i never see her study.



She doesn't do her homework that why her grades are bad.



My Sisters always on the Phone but I don't think it's cool.



My sister is so popular she's flunking out of school.



I like this poem because it's funny and it has Repetion in it. Another reason is because it could happen in real life and I like those kind of poems! I would give this poem two thumbs up!

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This is one of my favorite poems by: Shel Silverstein. It's called-



     Poet's Tree-By:Shel Silverstein



Underneath the Poet Tree



Come and rest awhile with me,



And watch the way the word-web weaves



Between the shady story leaves.



The branches of the Poet Tree



Reach from the mountains to the sea.



So come and dream, or come and climb--



Just don't get hit by falling rhymes.



             -Shel Silverstein



 



I enjoy this poem because I love rhyme, and when I read it, I feel like I'm in the picture....





 

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How Not to Have the Dry Dishes-



 



If you have to dry the dishes



(Such an awful boring chore)



If you have to dry the dishes



('Stead of going to the store)



If you have to dry the dishes



(And maybe drop it on the floor)--



Maybe they won't let you



dry the dishes anymore.



 



By: Shel Silverstein



This poem made me feel very funny, because I could do what Shel Silverstein said, because I hate drying the dishes (Sometimes). :)



 



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Boa Constrictor



by:Shel Silverstein



 



Oh, I'm being eaten


By a boa constrictor,


A boa constrictor,


A boa constrictor,


I'm being eaten by a boa consrtrictor,


And I dont like it--one bit.





Well, what do you know?


Its nibblin' my toe.





Oh, gee,


It's up to my knee.





Oh my,


It's up to my thigh.





Oh fiddle,


It's up to my middle.





Oh, heck,


It's up to my neck.





Oh, dread,


It's upmmmmmmmmmmfffffffff...





 



I like this poeam because I think snakes are cool and it is very silly.

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Would you like to hear of the terrible night when I bravely fought the-no? All right.



This poem is by Shel Silverstein, one of my favorite poets! It has his very funny style, and it is my favorite poem! I like this poem because it's so funny! I also like how it ends abruptly!

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Can anyone lend me two eighty-pound rats? I want to rid my house of cats. -Shel Silverstein









I like this poem because it is the complete oposit of real life. Cats get rid rats, rats dont get rid of cats

















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My favorite poem is called "True Story" and this is how goes,



This morning i jumped on my horse



And went out for a ride,



And some wild outlaws chased me



And they shot me in the side.



So i crawled into a wildcats's cave



To find a place to hide,



But some pirates found me sleeping there,



And soon they had me tied



To a pole and built a fire



Under me-I almost cried



Till a mermaid came and cut me loose



And begged to be my bride,



So i said i'll come back Wendnesday



But i must admit i lied.



Then i ran into a jungle swamp



But i forgot my guide



And i stepped into some quicksand,



And no matted how hard i tried



I couldent get out, until i met



A water snake named Clyed,



Who pulled me to some cannibals



Who planned to have me fried.



But an eagle swooped me up



And throu the air we flied,



But he dropped me in a boiling lake



A thousand miles wide.



And you'll never guess what i did then-



I DIED



-By Shel Silverstein



One reson why i like this poem is because it has alot of really random things that he does in it and the at the end , he just all of a sudden dies.Another reson is because its



really funny and it is very creative. i also thought about if hes ded, then how is he telling this story. Comment on this blog if you think you know the answer!

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My favorite poem is called Fox in Socks by Dr. Seuss






Fox in Socks by Dr. Seuss

-------------------------

Very well, then, Mr. Knox, sir.



Let's have a little talk about tweetle beetles....



What do you know about tweetle beetles? Well...



When tweetle beetles fight,

it's called a tweetle beetle battle.



And when they battle in a puddle,

it's a tweetle beetle puddle battle.



AND when tweetle beetles battle with paddles in a puddle,

they call it a tweetle beetle puddle paddle battle.



AND...



When beetles battle beetles in a puddle paddle battle

and the beetle battle puddle is a puddle in a bottle...

...they call this a tweetle beetle bottle puddle paddle battle muddle.



AND...



When beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles

and the bottle's on a poodle and the poodle's eating noodles...

...they call this a muddle puddle tweetle poodle beetle noodle

bottle paddle battle.



AND...



Now wait a minute, Mr. Socks Fox!



When a fox is in the bottle where the tweetle beetles battle

with their paddles in a puddle on a noodle-eating poodle,

THIS is what they call...



...a tweetle beetle noodle poodle bottled paddled

muddled duddled fuddled wuddled fox in socks, sir!



Fox in socks, our game is done, sir.

Thank you for a lot of fun, sir.




This is only part of Fox in Socks, but I have chosen this part of Fox in Socks because I think this is when it really gets hard to say fast.  I have chosen Fox in Socks because I love that it is a tongue twister. And one of my favorite poem authors is Dr. Seuss.


 


~ Emily Maxwell

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THE MEEHOO WITH AN EXACTLYWATT: By Shel Silverstein



Knock knck!



        Who's there?



Me!



        Me who?



That's right!



        What's right?



Meehoo!



        That's what I to know!



What's what you want to know?



        Me, WHO?



Yes, exactly!



        Exactly what?



Yes, I have an Exactlywatt on a chain!



        Exactly what on a chain?



Yes!



        Yes what?



No, Exactlywatt!



        That's what I want to know!



I told you - Exactlywatt!



        Exactly WHAT?



Yes!



        Yes what?



Yes, it's with me!



        What's with you?



Exactlywatt - that's what's with me.



        Me who?



Yes!



        GO AWAY!



Knock knock...



This is my favorite poem because I love poems by Shel Silverstein.  This poem is also very funny sounding to me, how a kid and a meehoo get mixed up with each other because they spell things differently

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The Crocodile's Toothache



 





 





      The Crocodile


      Went to the dentist


      And sat down in the chair,


      And the dentist said, "Now tell me, sir,


      Why does it hurt and where?"


      And the Crocodile said, "I'll tell you the truth,


      I have a terrible ache in my tooth,"


      And he opened his jaws so wide, so wide,


      The the dentist, he climbed right inside,


      And the dentist laughed, "Oh isn't this fun?"


      As he pulled the teeth out, one by one.


      And the Crocodile cried, "You're hurting me so!


      Please put down your pliers and let me go."


      But the dentist laughed with a Ho Ho Ho,


      And he said, "I still have twelve to go-


      Oops, that's the wrong one, I confess,


      But what's one crocodile's tooth more or less?"


      Then suddenly, the jaws went SNAP,


      And the dentist was gone, right off the map,


      And where he went one could only guess...


      To North or South or East or West...


      He left no forwarding address.


      But what's one dentist, more or less?




      -Shel Silverstein







I like this poem because the dentist pulls out all the teeth BUT the right one. Th e crocodile gets so frusterated t hat he just closes his jaw! SNAP!



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        My Grandma's Like A Thermos



A thermos knows when to keep things hot



and when to keep things cold.



Even before you ask it,



it does what it is told.



 



It's kind of like a Grandma,



who knows exactly what to say,



even before I tell her I'm happy,



or that I'm having a mushy sort of day.



By James Proimos



I enjoy this poem because It's sweet and I can relate to it because my grandma is alway's trying to make me happy. It's a grat poem and I hope you decide to read it mor and more!

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"I cannot go to school today"


Said little Peggy Ann McKay.


"I have the measles and the mumps,


A gash, a rash and purple bumps.



My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.


I'm going blind in my right eye.


My tonsils are as big as rocks,


I've counted sixteen chicken pox.



And there's one more - that's seventeen,


And don't you think my face looks green?


My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,


It might be the instamatic flu.



I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,


I'm sure that my left leg is broke.


My hip hurts when I move my chin,


My belly button's caving in.



My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,


My 'pendix pains each time it rains.


My toes are cold, my toes are numb,




I have a sliver in my thumb.



My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,


I hardly whisper when I speak.


My tongue is filling up my mouth,




I think my hair is falling out.



My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,


My temperature is one-o-eight.


My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,




There's a hole inside my ear.



I have a hangnail, and my heart is ...


What? What's that? What's that you say?


You say today is .............. Saturday?




G'bye, I'm going out to play!"





I like this poem because it has rhym.I also like it because it is funny.

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my first favorite poem is by myself and it is called the mixed up version of the cat and the fiddle



diddle hey diddle

the fidle cat and the

the jumped cow over the moon

the dog little laghed to sport such a see

and spoon the dish ran away





i like this poem because it is funny and i made it.



this is another poem that i like and it is called runnys jig bump and it is by shel silverstien





runny be quimble

runny be nick

runny cump over the jandlestick

but now-what smells like furning bluff?

guess he didnt hump jigh enough



i like this poem because every thing is mixed around in it.

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If You Ask A Stupid Question By.Paul Curtis



Joshua was caught talking to a friend during assembly


“What do you call a person” asked the headmaster


“Who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?” 


Joshua thought and to great applause he said “A teacher.”



 I like this poem because it is funny. I also like how Joshua made that  joke about the question the headmaster asked, that was very brave of him, I don't think I would do that to a headmaster. I bet he got in big trouble after that.                                                

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These are my 3 favorite poem.



    All My Great Excuses





I started on my homework

but my pen ran out of ink.

My hamster ate my homework.

My computer's on the blink.



I accidentally dropped it

in the soup my mom was cooking.

My brother flushed it down the toilet

when I wasn't looking.



My mother ran my homework

through the washer and the dryer.

An airplane crashed into our house.

My homework caught on fire.



Tornadoes blew my notes away.

Volcanoes struck our town.

My notes were taken hostage

by an evil killer clown.



Some aliens abducted me.

I had a shark attack.

A pirate swiped my homework

and refused to give it back.



I worked on these excuses

so darned long my teacher said,

"I think you'll find it's easier

to do the work instead."


--Kenn Nesbitt



Where the Sidewalk Ends



There is a place where the sidewalk ends


And before the street begins,


And there the grass grows soft and white,


And there the sun burns crimson bright,


And there the moon-bird rests from his flight


To cool in the peppermint wind.





Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black


And the dark street winds and bends.


Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow


We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,


And watch where the chalk-white arrows go


To the place where the sidewalk ends.





Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,


And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,


For the children, they mark, and the children, they know


The place where the sidewalk ends.



By Shel Silverstein



My Puppy Punched Me In The Eye





My puppy punched me in the eye.

My rabbit whacked my ear.

My ferret gave a frightful cry

and roundhouse kicked my rear.



My lizard flipped me upside down.

My kitten kicked my head.

My hamster slammed me to the ground

and left me nearly dead.



So my advice? Avoid regrets;

no matter what you do,

don't ever let your family pets

take lessons in kung fu.


--Kenn Nesbitt



I really enjoy these poems for a few reasons. First of all I like ''All My Great Excuses'' because it is so funny and entertaining. I like ''Where the Sidewalk Ends'' because it is so realistic and it has a lot of rhyming. Last but not least I love '' My Puppy Punched Me in the Eye'' because it is so hilarious and since when did pets use kung fu moves on people.



P.S. I would recomend you read poems by Kenn Nesbitt ans Shel Silverstein because they are great poets.



 

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Moon dog

By Dave Crawly

Sea gulls take flight as she bounds through the surf,

unleashing a fountain of surf.

When the sun dissapears, the beach is her turf.

She rules at the end of the day.



In the shimmery glimmery glow of the moon,

she splashes up crystals of light.

A shadowy shape on the crest of the dune,

she howls with the salt winds of night.



At sunrise, when hikers return to this land,

and wave-seeking sufers appear,

only her paw print, embedded in sand,

reveal that moondog was here.



The reason I like this poem was because it was very descriptive and clear. I also liked the end ryhme. I would recommend this poem to someone who likes the beach or dogs.



Flint

By: Christina Rosetti

An emerald is as green as grass,

A ruby red as blood;

A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;

A flint lies in the mud



A dimand is a brilliant stone,

To catch the world's desire;

An opal holds a fiery spark;

But flint holds a fire



I like this poem cause it shows that sometimes the least pretty people can sometimes be the most helpful. All of my family really likes this poem.



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The Planet of Mars





    Shel Silverstein





                             On the planet of Mars


                  They have clothes just like ours,


   And they have the same shoes and the same laces,


   And they have the same charms and same graces,


   And they have the same heads and same faces...


                                    But not in the


                                         Very same


                                            Places.


 I like this poem because it is funny and makes me laugh.

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POET TO HIS LOVE



by: Maxwell Bodenheim (1892-1954)





      N old silver church in a forest
      Is my love for you.
      The trees around it
      Are words that I have stolen from your heart.
      An old silver bell, the last smile you gave,
      Hangs at the top of my church.
      It rings only when you come through the forest
      And stand beside it.
      And then, it has no need for ringing,
      For your voice takes its place.




I like this poem because i think it is a good poem. It has emotional meaning.

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The Toucan



Tell me who can


Catch a toucan?


Lou can.





Just how few can


Ride the toucan?


Two can.





What kind of goo can


Stick you to the toucan?


Glue can.





Who can write some


More about the toucan?


You can!



I like this poem because it has End Rhyme and its is funny.

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Rain by Shel Silverstein


I opened my eyes


And looked up at the rain,


And it dripped in my head


And flowed into my brain,


And all that I hear as I lie in my bed


Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.





I step very softly,


I walk very slow,


I can't do a handstand--


I might overflow,


So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--


I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.


I like this poem because it is funny and impossible.

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After School



Lie beneath a spreading tree


With golden flowers in the sun.


Count to five on all the petals,


Never think of five plus one.


Watch the building-crammed horizon,


Sky no longer meeting ground.


Watch the golden flowers wither


Watch the golden dreams fall down.


 



I like this poem because im in after school.

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A BIRTHDAY



by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)





      Y heart is like a singing bird
      Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
      My heart is like an apple-tree
      Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
      My heart is like a rainbow shell
      That paddles in a halcyon sea;
      My heart is gladder than all these,
      Because my love is come to me.
       
      Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
      Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
      Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
      And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
      Work it in gold and silver grapes,
      In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
      Because the birthday of my life
      Is come, my love is come to me.
       
      I like this poem because I like poems by: Christina Rossetti. I think she is good at writing poems.




 

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TO A DEAD SOLDIER



by: Kendall Harrison





      HOUGH all the primrose paths of morning called
      Your feet to follow them, and all the winds
      Of all the hills of earth, with plucking hands
      Wooed you to slopes that shone like emerald,
      You might not go. The thin green grass that binds
      Your feet had Earth and Death to forge its bands.
       
      The rain's wet kiss is on your lips, where lay
      Once the live pulses of a woman's soul;
      Your eyes give back unto the quiet sky
      Only the sheen of stars, the glare of day,
      Or darkness when the kindly shadows roll
      Up from the sea to hide you where you lie.
       
      No woman's whisper holds your strong heart spent
      And breathless. All the silver horns that blew
      While legions cheered, are still. These things are done,
      But these you have: a death for monument,
      And peace you died to buy, and after you
      The laughing play of children in the sun.
      I dont like this poem because it is sad but it intreast me.


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WAR



by: James Russell Lowell (1819-1891)





      Z fer war, I call it murder,--
      There you hev it plain an' flat;
      I don't want to go no furder
      Than my Testyment fer that....
      They may talk o' Freedom's airy
      Tell they'er pupple in the face,--
      It's a grand gret cemetary
      Fer the barthrights of our race;
      They jest want this Californy
      So's to lug new slave-states in
      To abuse ye, an' scorn ye,
      An' to plunder ye like sin.
      This poem has messed up weirds but makes me wonder.


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A diamond or a coal?


  A diamond, if you please:


Who cares about a clumsy coal


  Beneath the summer trees?



A diamond or a coal?


  A coal, sir, if you please:


One comes to care about the coal


  What time the waters freeze.

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Who has seen the wind?


  Neither I nor you:


But when the leaves hang trembling


  The wind is passing thro'.



Who has seen the wind?


  Neither you nor I:


But when the trees bow down their heads


  The wind is passing by.

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"Ferry me across the water,


  Do, boatman, do."


"If you've a penny in your purse


  I'll ferry you."



"I have a penny in my purse,


  And my eyes are blue;


So ferry me across the water,


  Do, boatman, do."



"Step into my ferry-boat,


  Be they black or blue,


And for the penny in your purse


  I'll ferry you."

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Roses blushing red and white,


  For delight;


Honeysuckle wreaths above,


  For love;


Dim sweet-scented heliotrope,


  For hope;


Shining lilies tall and straight,


  For royal state;


Dusky pansies, let them be


  For memory;


With violets of fragrant breath,


  For death.

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Three little children


  On the wide wide earth,


Motherless children--


  Cared for from their birth


    By tender angels.



Three little children


  On the wide wide sea,


Motherless children--


  Safe as safe can be


    With guardian angels.

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  Flint



by:Christina RossetiFlint



An emerald is as green as grass,


A ruby red as blood;


A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;


A flint lies in the mud.





A diamond is a brilliant stone,


To catch the world's desire;


An opal holds a fiery spark;


But a flint holds fire.



 



I like this poem because it inspires me to think that maybe that the prettiest person is not the usefulest person.

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Messy Room



By: Shel Silverstein






Whosever room this is should be ashamed!


His underwear is hanging on the lamp.


His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,


And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.


His workbook is wedged in the window,


His sweater's been thrown on the floor.


His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,


And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.


His books are all jammed in the closet,


His vest has been left in the hall.


A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,


And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.


Whosever room this is should be ashamed!


Donald or Robert or Willie or--


Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,


I knew it looked familiar!



 



 



I chose this poem because it makes me laugh. And sometimes I have the exact same room and I’LL pretend it’s not mine when my mom and dad see it. Messy Room is a really good poem, especially for people like me that don’t keep their rooms clean. 



 








 





 



 

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EE the Spring herself discloses,
And the Graces gather roses;
See how the becalmed seas
Now their swelling waves appease;
How the duck swims, how the crane
Comes from winter home again;
See how Titan's cheerful ray
Chaseth the dark clouds away;
Now in their new robes of green
Are the plowman's labors seen:
Now the lusty teeming Earth
Springs each hour with a new birth;
Now the olive blooms: the vine
Now doth with plump pendants shine;
And with leaves and blossoms now
Freshly bourgeons every bough.
 



I like this poem because it makes me happy.



It also makes me think of what i could do outside when spring comes!

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They're to be seen across the north,


From frozen ground they will sprout forth,


Of nature we see a rebirth,


Seeds of life hid within the earth,


At last winter is to depart,


For the spring months are soon to start,


Flowers of the most pure white,


They are always a pleasing sight,


Undeterred should there still be frost,


Flowers will open at all cost,


The snowdrop's beauty shines most,


In a month that's a bitter host,


In woods darted about the place,


Bringing smiles to many a face,


For our countryside they do bless,


They bring about scenes that impress.



 



Ilike this poem very much because it reminds me of winter when we are not in school. I also enjoy this poem because when i read the part about frost it reminded me of Jack Frost and how in movies he's never nice but the frost in this poem is the complete opposite!



 



 

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By: Robert Frost



Fire And Ice



Some say the world will end in fire,


Some say in ice.


From what I've tasted of desire


I hold with those who favor fire.


But if it had to perish twice,


I think I know enough of hate


To say that for destruction ice


Is also great


And would suffice.



I picked this poem becouse it describes what Robert Frost feelings are. I think the world will end i fire becouse of global waming.

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Article posted February 8, 2012 at 03:26 PM GMT • comment (4) • Reads 38

By: Shel Sliverstein



One sister for sale!


One sister for sale!


One crying and spying young sister for sale!


I’m really not kidding,


So who’ll start the bidding?


Do I hear the dollar?


A nickel?


A penny?


Oh, isn’t there, isn’t there, isn’t there any


One kid that will buy this old sister for sale,


This crying and spying young sister for sale?


This pome makes me feel silly because he is selling his sister. I wish I could do this to Ali. Shel Sliverstein is my for poet, is he yours?

Article posted February 8, 2012 at 03:26 PM GMT • comment (4) • Reads 38



Article posted February 7, 2012 at 03:17 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36

I like this poem cuz its real funny. It also has happieness. I also love the auther his poems rock. By:Shel Silverstein

Article posted February 7, 2012 at 03:17 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36



Article posted February 7, 2012 at 03:16 PM GMT • comment • Reads 51

Mabel By: Jack Prelutsky



Mabel dear,

It's not a stable:

Take your front legs

Off the table,



Place your hooves

Upon the floor,

And do not whinny

Anymore.



I liked this poem because it was funny.

It was funny because it was about a moose at a resturant.

Article posted February 7, 2012 at 03:16 PM GMT • comment • Reads 51



Article posted February 17, 2012 at 03:33 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36





























The Cat in the HaT  By Dr Suess





"We looked!


Then we saw him


step in on the mat!


We looked!


And we saw him!


The Cat in the Hat!"



“I know it is wet


And the sun is not sunny.


But we can have


Lots of good fun


that is funny!”





“Look at me!


Look at me!


Look at me NOW!


It is fun to have fun


But you have


to know how.”



“'Have no fear, little fish,'


Said the Cat in the Hat.


'These Things are


good Things.'


And he gave them a pat."





"Then our mother came in


And she said to us two,


'Did you have any fun?


Tell me. What did


you do?"



And Sally and I did not


know what to say.


Should we tell her


The things that went on


there that day?"























"Well...what would YOU do


If your mother asked







Like this poem because it is really funny.Every day it is rainny i read this book and I come up with a gam to play

Article posted February 17, 2012 at 03:33 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36



Article posted February 9, 2012 at 03:29 PM GMT • comment • Reads 45

My One-Ton Pooch



I have a 2,000-pound pooch,



which is pretty super dooper.



The only part that i don't like



involves his giant pooper scooper



The thing I like most about this poem is that it is sort of funny. The other reason I like this poem is because it is talking about a dog.



By: James Proimes



 



 

Article posted February 9, 2012 at 03:29 PM GMT • comment • Reads 45



Article posted February 9, 2012 at 12:09 AM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 47

by Jack Prelutsky



Homework! Oh, homework!

I hate you! You stink!

I wish I could wash you

away in the sink.

If only a bomb

would explode you to bits.

Homework! Oh, homework!

You're giving me fits.

I'd rather take baths

with a man-eating shark,

or wrestle a lion

alone in the dark,

eat spinach and liver,

pet ten porcupines,

than tackle the homework

my teacher assigns.

Homework! Oh, homework!

You're last on my list.

I simply can't see

why you even exist.

If you just disappeared

it would tickle me pink.

Homework! Oh, homework!

I hate you! You stink!





I chose this poem because it makes me laugh. My favorite part in this poem, by Jack Prelutsky, is when the boy or girl says I'd rather take baths

with a man-eating shark, or wrestle a lion alone in the dark. I really hope you will enjoy this poem.

Article posted February 9, 2012 at 12:09 AM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 47



Article posted February 22, 2012 at 11:24 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36

My favorite poem is Whatif by Shel Silverstein.



Last night, while I lay thinking here,


some Whatifs crawled inside my ear


and pranced and partied all night long


and sang their same old Whatif song:


Whatif I'm dumb in school?


Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?


Whatif I get beat up?


Whatif there's poison in my cup?


Whatif I start to cry?


Whatif I get sick and die?


Whatif I flunk that test?


Whatif green hair grows on my chest?


Whatif nobody likes me?


Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?


Whatif I don't grow talle?


Whatif my head starts getting smaller?


Whatif the fish won't bite?


Whatif the wind tears up my kite?


Whatif they start a war?


Whatif my parents get divorced?


Whatif the bus is late?


Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?


Whatif I tear my pants?


Whatif I never learn to dance?


Everything seems well, and then


the nighttime Whatifs strike again!



This is my favorite oem because it is very funny. It also makes me feel bad for this person because they are worrying about alot of different things. I like alot of poems by Shel Silverstein.

Article posted February 22, 2012 at 11:24 PM GMT • comment • Reads 36



Article posted February 8, 2012 at 12:05 AM GMT • comment • Reads 51

My favorite poem :)


Missing, longing, waiting, yearning


Waves of passion gushing, churning


Minutes, hours, daylight burning


Unforeseen emotions stirring








Moments fleeting, memories flashing


pain increasing, never ceasing


Skin a'tingling, fear of failing


Heart with anguish now is ailing





Lacking closeness, pillow cluthing


Soul on fire, dawn approaching


Tomorrow's coming, relief encroaching!!!


Article posted February 8, 2012 at 12:05 AM GMT • comment • Reads 51



Article posted February 10, 2012 at 12:29 AM GMT • comment • Reads 36

One of the reasons that I like my poem is because I just like it :)



Another reason I like my poem is because its my kind of poem



I also like my poem because it has feelings in it and i like poems that tell what you are feeling



:D



 

Article posted February 10, 2012 at 12:29 AM GMT • comment • Reads 36



Article posted February 7, 2012 at 11:10 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 44

My Favorite Poem is...































Forgiving Friends



You are my best friend


You always will be


Yet sometimes I get mad at you


And you get mad at me


Sometimes I don't understand


Sometimes I don't know what to do


But remember always


That I will forgive you


 




 I like this poem because it is about friends.I know friends always forgive you and that I will forgive them. So to me this poem is really true and good.

Article posted February 7, 2012 at 11:10 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 44



Article posted February 8, 2012 at 03:30 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 57

Things to do if you are a pencil 



By: Elaine Magliaro



Be Sharp.



Wear a slick yellow suit



and a pink top hat.



Tap your toes on the tabletop,



listen for the right rhythm,



then dance a poem



across the page.



 





 



I like this poem because 1) its using funny personification. 2) I love the ideas and details he gives us.

Article posted February 8, 2012 at 03:30 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 57



Article posted February 7, 2012 at 03:09 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 42

I am Sam





I am Sam


Sam I am





That Sam-I-am


That Sam-I-am!


I do not like


that Sam-I-am





Do you like


green eggs and ham





I do not like them,


Sam-I-am.


I do not like


green eggs and ham.





Would you like them


Here or there?





I would not like them


here or there.


I would not like them


anywhere.


I do not like


green eggs and ham.


I do not like them,


Sam-I-am





Would you like them


in a house?


Would you like them


with a mouse?





I do not like them


in a house.


I do not like them


with a mouse.


I do not like them


here or there.


I do not like them


anywhere.


I do not like green eggs and ham.


I do not like them, Sam-I-am.








Would you eat them


in a box?


Would you eat them


with a fox?





Not in a box.


Not with a fox.


Not in a house.


Not with a mouse.


I would not eat them here or there.


I would not eat them anywhere.


I would not eat green eggs and ham.


I do not like them, Sam-I-am.





Would you? Could you?


in a car?


Eat them! Eat them!


Here they are.





I would not ,


could not,


in a car





You may like them.


You will see.


You may like them


in a tree?


d not in a tree.


I would not, could not in a tree.


Not in a car! You let me be.





I do not like them in a box.


I do not like them with a fox


I do not like them in a house


I do mot like them with a mouse


I do not like them here or there.


I do not like them anywhere.


I do not like green eggs and ham.


I do not like them, Sam-I-am.





A train! A train!


A train! A train!


Could you, would you


on a train?





Not on a train! Not in a tree!


Not in a car! Sam! Let me be!


I would not, could not, in a box.


I could not, would not, with a fox.


I will not eat them with a mouse


I will not eat them in a house.


I will not eat them here or there.


I will not eat them anywhere.


I do not like them, Sam-I-am.








Say!


In the dark?


Here in the dark!


Would you, could you, in the dark?





I would not, could not,


in the dark.





Would you, could you,


in the rain?





I would not, could not, in the rain.


Not in the dark. Not on a train,


Not in a car, Not in a tree.


I do not like them, Sam, you see.


Not in a house. Not in a box.


Not with a mouse. Not with a fox.


I will not eat them here or there.


I do not like them anywhere!





You do not like


green eggs and ham?





I do not


like them,


Sam-I-am.





Could you, would you,


with a goat?





I would not,


could not.


with a goat!





Would you, could you,


on a boat?





I could not, would not, on a boat.


I will not, will not, with a goat.


I will not eat them in the rain.


I will not eat them on a train.


Not in the dark! Not in a tree!


Not in a car! You let me be!


I do not like them in a box.


I do not like them with a fox.


I will not eat them in a house.


I do not like them with a mouse.


I do not like them here or there.


I do not like them ANYWHERE!





I do not like


green eggs


and ham
!





I do not like them,


Sam-I-am.





You do not like them.


SO you say.


Try them! Try them!


And you may.


Try them and you may I say.





Sam!


If you will let me be,


I will try them.


You will see.





Say!


I like green eggs and ham!


I do!! I like them, Sam-I-am!


And I would eat them in a boat!


And I would eat them with a goat...


And I will eat them in the rain.


And in the dark. And on a train.


And in a car. And in a tree.


They are so good so good you see!





So I will eat them in a box.


And I will eat them with a fox.


And I will eat them in a house.


And I will eat them with a mouse.


And I will eat them here and there.


Say! I will eat them ANYWHERE!





I do so like


green eggs and ham!


Thank you!


Thank you,


Sam-I-am








 I enjoy this book because it has a lot of rymes. I have been reading this book since I little and I love it. Do any of you enjoy this book to?


 

Article posted February 7, 2012 at 03:09 PM GMT • comment (1) • Reads 42



Article posted February 14, 2012 at 03:24 PM GMT • comment • Reads 65



Where the Sidewalk Ends


from the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)





There is a place where the sidewalk ends


and before the street begins,


and there the grass grows soft and white,


and there the sun burns crimson bright,


and there the moon-bird rests from his flight


to cool in the peppermint wind.





Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black


and the dark street winds and bends.


Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow


we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow


and watch where the chalk-white arrows go


to the place where the sidewalk ends.





Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,


and we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,


for the children, they mark, and the children, they know,


the place where the sidewalk ends.



Article posted February 14, 2012 at 03:24 PM GMT • comment • Reads 65



Article posted February 14, 2012 at 03:26 PM GMT • comment • Reads 41

Recipe for a Hippopotamus Sandwich















Hippo Sandwich A hippo sandwich is easy to make.


All you do is simply take


One slice of bread,


One slice of cake,


Some mayonnaise,


One onion ring,


One hippopotamus,


One piece of string,


A dash of pepper--


That ought to do it.


And now comes the problem...


Biting into it!





Article posted February 14, 2012 at 03:26 PM GMT • comment • Reads 41



Article posted February 14, 2012 at 03:28 PM GMT • comment • Reads 44

Peanut-Butter Sandwich



Where The Sidewalk Ends






I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king


Who played with the world at the end of a string,


But he only loved one single thing—


And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.




His scepter and his royal gowns,


His regal throne and golden crowns


Were brown and sticky from the mounds


And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.


Article posted February 14, 2012 at 03:28 PM GMT • comment • Reads 44



Article posted February 14, 2012 at 03:31 PM GMT • comment • Reads 34

Tryin' On Clothes



I tried on the farmer's hat,                                                  


Didn't fit...


A little too small -- just a bit


Too floppy.


Couldn't get used to it,


Took it off. tryin' on clothes



I tried on the dancer's shoes,                                       


A little too loose.


Not the kind you could use


for walkin'.


Didn't feel right in 'em,


Kicked 'em off.



I tried on the summer sun,


Felt good.


Nice and warm -- knew it would.


Tried the grass beneath bare feet,


Felt neat.


Finally, finally felt well dressed,


Nature's clothes fit me best.

Article posted February 14, 2012 at 03:31 PM GMT • comment • Reads 34



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