Once upon a paper plate
I poured a saucy stew.
I ate and ate and ate and ate
and felt the plate disintegrate!
It missed my pants when it fell through
but the stew filled up my shoe!
Monday, June 22, 2009
Once Upon a Paper Plate
How to Make a Flower Grow
My sister thinks her hairs are flowers.
She takes showers for hours and hours.
It takes more than water, though,
to make a flower really grow.
“You also need some dirt!” I said,
as I dumped some on her head.
She screamed. My dad said, “That’s not funny!
Now put your sister where it’s sunny!”
Science Lies!
My Science teacher makes me laugh.
I would learn more from a giraffe!
“Bodies are made of water,” she taught.
This led me to a simple thought.
Because I am the classroom sleuth
I called out, “Science isn’t truth!
If it were true, then please explain…
why don’t we get fat in the rain?”
Miss Newton sighed, “Why such defiance?”
I shrugged and said, “I don’t like Science.”
Cheese Plate
My mother said I overate
just because I ate my plate.
With her cheese sauce it tasted great!
I told my mother, “You should try it.”
She said, “WE are on a diet!”
I said, “But…”
She said, “Be quiet!”
The Science Question of the Day
“Why do stars glisten in the sky?”
My teacher’s answer was a lie!
“Each star is its own single sun,”
my teacher said. “Yes, every one!”
I told Miss Newton, “That’s not true!
My brother told me why they do!
Here is the answer that is right…
The moon sneezed and it splashed the night!”
My Noisy Family
That’s why they invented doors!
When my Mom thinks she’s alone
sometimes she sounds like a trombone…
No wonder Grandma’s ears are worn…
Her TV uses a bullhorn!
All day long my sister’s singing
sounds like an alarm clock ringing!
My brother upstairs drinks caffeine…
His floor is not a trampoline!
My other brother down the hall
has soccer matches with his wall!
With such a noisy family
it’s hard to hear myself be me!
Oh, if quiet ever comes,
then I’ll learn to play the drums!
City Breeze
blowing through my neighborhood
taking on this concrete heat,
cooling down my sweating feet.
A wind like this should never fade…
This gentle air is just like shade!
I wonder if a city breeze
is actually the ghosts of trees.
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