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.
Do you see the sunset out there?
While you are sitting on your chair?
Well, if you do not,
Supper’s in the pot,
And split the soup evenly and fair!
(For Gilad Aharoni)
Markers, markers, draw with them on the wall,
You say that’s bad but who cares at all?
Notebook, notebook, write in it for spelling,
Ha ha ha ha, that’s not what I’m doing…
Super Pooper,
You deserve a trophy,
For pooping every day,
In every single way,
You keep eating all your hay.
Super Pooper,
I am gonna find you,
From your poopy trails,
And you got no tails,
You poop on the train track rails.
Pie is delicious,
I would eat it every day,
But I can’t (so sad).
It is Thanksgiving,
There are many types of food,
All so delicious.
In the fall weather,
We will give thanks while we eat.
Yes, it’s Thanksgiving.
Me and my friends made a prank war,
Well it wasn’t really me,
I just joined,
As the slides can tell you perfectly.
Its girls against boys,
In this war.
And when this one is over,
We will ask for more!
I thought up some pranks,
Is there anything wrong with that?
I wanted to have some fun-
(The whoopee cushion goes *splat*)
Ol’ Man Timmy was a good old soul,
Fed his cat with a dinner bowl.
Every day he set out to work,
And he always was a clerk!
He checked out items with a scanner,
His birthdays were never without a banner.
Shops were closed, and shops were opened,
He even got a job in Poland!