Surfer dudes are good not bad,
Anyone can be a surfer dude
Some are old enough to be your dad!
Let the surfer dudes guide you,
Out to the sea,
You won’t regret it,
Just ask me!
Credit to Kira S. who created this poem
Surfer dudes are good not bad,
Anyone can be a surfer dude
Some are old enough to be your dad!
Let the surfer dudes guide you,
Out to the sea,
You won’t regret it,
Just ask me!
Credit to Kira S. who created this poem
When someone has the feeling of dislike,
They usually feel sad.
When someone has the feeling of betrayal,
They usually feel mad.
But when you have the feeling of hatred,
All your mind turns black.
You can’t control your feelings,
And the world turns into slack.
So, the message I’m trying to send you,
Is to read this to your parents when you’re mad.
Paper, paper,
You’re the best,
I praise you for holding my test.
Paper paper,
Ode to you,
You let me draw when I am blue.
Paper is the greatest thing,
Overruling every other.
If there was a shape,
For you and me, friend,
It would be a circle,
That has no end.
I would face death for you,
And make the hardest choices to choose.
To the end,
You’re forever my friend.
-Credited to Kira S. who created this poem.
Talk in Nac Mac Feegle,
An’ spread it all ’round.
Everyone just drink and party,
An’ be really loud.
That’s Nac Mac Feegle, ye ken,
An’ there be no doubt about it,
Ye’d ken one anywhere,
(They’re blue and small and about 6 inches tall.)
Don’ knock yer head on a Feegle’s,
(It will really hurt,)
Even though he’s tiny,
Wait until ye’v had a growth spurt.
In the dead king’s burial mound,
‘Tis where the Feegles build their town.
If ye want to visit them, don’t,
Because they’ll call ye a scunner.