Category: 04th

Once, I saw a cat
A very fat cat
The cat had a hat
The size of a mat
But this was no cat in the hat
This was the hat in the cat
The cat was starving
When he was not barfing
So he decided to gobble that hat

 

One day I took McFat,
My cat,
Outside.
He rolled down a hill,
Hitting trees against his will.
When he skidded to a stop,
Out came a cop,
With the request I fix that hill.
I worked day and night,
While McFat got in fights,
And now the hill is worse,
Because you can’t fix a mountain.

 

A fat cat loved to eat.
But there was a problem.
He thought that cat’s would
make fun of him because he was fat.
So he started to deny his food.
So the fat cat got thinner and thinner and thinner.
Until you could see his bons!
So instead of making fun of him because he was fat hey made
fun of him because he was thin.

Roses are red, Roses are red,
Violets are blue, Violets are blue,
Watch out, Don’t eat that!
There’s a tiger behind you! That’s Glue!

Roses are red, Roses are red,
Violets are blue, Violets are blue,
I’m running out of ideas, The tiger is still
What should I do? Chasing me,
I am now it’s food!

Roses are red, Roses are red,
Violets are blue, Violets are blue,
It’s weird in his belly, It was all a dream,
Is that glowing goo? Phew!

 

You may want to be cool like your friends,
Stock up on all the latest trends.
Do you have a style,
Do you love to smile.
You gotta be you,
You gotta be true.
Do you have a big heart,
But your friends are mean?
Play your part,
And you will be seen
You are unique,
Not part of a crowd.
You are yourself,
You gotta say it loud!
A true friend will like you for who you are,
So go with your passion, and go with it far.
You gotta be you,
You gotta be true.
You may feel so little,
Like you are so brittle.
But you can change the world.
You are a flower, you have unfurled
Yes, you can change the world
You gotta be you
You gotta be true
To you
You are you
You are great
You gotta be true
Don’t underrate
Yourself
Yes, don’t

 

My dad is so stubborn! He keeps telling me to write my poem now! He does not understand that poetry is not an art that cannot be easily grasped, for though she is a dove in her beauty, she’s a slippery eel to possess. Yet eventually she turns from her persisting nature for the pursuit to fall into your silvery grip after only the longest of chases. Now that I told you how stubborn my dad is, my main problem is the poem I have not yet wrote for the poetry contest. Wait… didn’t I just write it?

 

A sweat
coming down my cheeks
A sun
burning in my face
Anger
rising upon my full body
Lava
rippling down a volcano
A red hard color
In a bulls eye waiting to be defeated
A red flaming cardinal hair
In a nest

is the Symphony in Red

 

Monday-
do I have to go back to school?
Learning makes me drool.
Grab my toast and leave with a “you’re gonna be late.”
Then a push on me and my brother Nate.
Tuesday-
here comes the week!
Leaving anxious with a kiss on the cheek.
Ooh I have violin today.
Violin is fun to play.
Wednesday-
Look I’m at the top of the hill!
Monday Tuesday up with a shrill.
Thursday Friday down but I’m on top!
I’m half way through and not ready to stop.
Thursday-
Waiting waiting for tomorrow.
But that doesn’t mean it’s full of sorrow!
Speeding up down the hill steep
Speeding up on the week
Friday-
Finally here finally here the end of the hill!!
My bucket of hopes for the weekend is yet to fill!
Time flies through the day.
Can’t wait to hang out in the Friday cafe.
Saturday & Sunday-
Look at my list of fun to dos!
Wait this is only a list of zoos
Looking looking for my list.
When I find it it’s blank this adds a bit of a twist.

 

In the middle of the night
the barn owl you might sight
it’s hooting swooping in the air
above the big black bear
Mice scampering on the ground
the foxes don’t make a sound
Squirrels are in their nest
nighttime is the best.

 

Without you little friend,
I would be lost,
By all costs,
You hug me at night,
And without a fright,
I fall asleep shamelessly,
You have fame among my friends, I admire that,
little friend.
Now back to the bed,
Where I rest my head,
the monsters may be gone,
But that doesn’t stop both of us from fretting
about the bed bugs.