Month: December 2020

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Gina the Guitarist

Gina the guitarist had a really fun job,

To play music for the people so there would be no angry mobs.

But once Gina said that she would play no more,

She waited for the angry groups to come right through the door.

 

“Why, why, why did you leave us this way?”

All the people said all throughout the day.

But Gina just replied,

“At least you haven’t died!”

 

So all the angry mobs dissipated,

Waiting for the ones that they most hated.

Gina the guitarist lost her role,

‘Cus all her opportunities fell in the bowl.

 

Yet, all the people survived,

Not even that, they just thrived.

So they kicked Gina out,

With a shout,

To never, ever, return.

To herself, Gina said, “That burns!”

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Amazing animals

Elephant ears,

Everyone cheers.

Rhino horns,

Everyone mourns.

A giraffe’s long neck?

They say “WHAT THE HECK!”

A cat meows,

Everyone bows.

A dog barks,

They call him Sparks.

Amazing animals for all to see,

Would you come see them with me?

 

 

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Zoish

Once there was a language called Zoish,

The best of them all.

It was just an improvement of English,

But it was still the best of them all.

 

They were long lost words,

The oldest of them all.

When everyone had herds,

The biggest of them all.

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Clear

Here is glass,

Here’s a clear plastic curtain.

Both translucent,

I’m very certain.

Why are you here?

Ahh, now I see.

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Long

This is what my original looked like.

 

This

Poem

Might

Not

Be

What

You

Were

Expecting

Of

Me

But

I

Wrote

This

Inside

A

Snake,

Sorry.

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Something

Little Mo, Son Of Joe,

Needed something.

Something that told him his ancestry,

Something that he wanted very badly,

So he looked, and looked, and looked, and looked, and looked.

 

And while he did,

He said to Sid,

I will find it.

He said it to all the people in town,

Until they never wanted him around,

I will find it.

 

First, he searched around his house.

Nothing.

Then he searched around his street,

Nothing.

He then searched around his whole neighborhood!

But still, Nothing.

 

He saw Nothing everywhere,

But Something just wasn’t there!

So he sat and pulled out all his hair,

As the Bald Mo, Son Of Joe, he set to work again.

 

He searched, yes, he would peek and peer,

Until he broke the atmosphere,

But, as you can guess, Nothing.

So as he came back down,

He saw a beautiful sight to see,

Where people aren’t like you and me

They were all as different as could be!

And came back down, gracefully,

And he knew who he would be,

Himself.

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Never

They all say I did,

They say I flipped my lid,

But I didn’t!

They all call me fraud,

Never do they applaud,

But I haven’t!

They will never understand,

That I didn’t!

Like they’re on cue,

They all say stuff I didn’t do,

Not you too?

 

 

 

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Yoda

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fuss a making you are Why

perfectly see can you That

accidentally backwards poem this wrote I (Splat)

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Silly

Papa says to be silly,

To call your best friend Billy,

To pick a rotten lily,

Just to be really silly.

 

Why should you really,

Be silly?

It’s funny and happy,

And it makes you very clappy.

Everyone will cheer.

They´ll say to have a happy year.

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The Upside-Down Boy

The upside down boy lived in an upside-down world,

Where all he could eat was just one cheese curd.

And he walks on the ceiling instead of the floor,

And he would open the window instead of the door.

The upside down boy had no friends.

He said it was a happy beginning, instead of a sad end.

He would be sad but call it happy.

And when things were straight he would call it flappy.

 

Oh, he’s upside down, Oy!

No one could understand the boy,

Because he was so upside down in his words.

And I told you about the cheese curds.

Well, I guess he was crazy,

Though he was wonky and lazy.

 

He would plant stuff inside,

And he would live outdoors.

He would vacuum the sidewalk,

And get mud on the floors.

He wouldn’t care,

Why he was going or where,

Because he was the upside down boy.