Butterfly
Butterfly, butterfly,
Your wings are hued and colorful;
Sending fairy dust all over us…
Your dance is beautiful.
Butterfly, butterfly,
You float along on air
Whilst tiny breezes flutter from your wings
Sending you here and there.
Butterfly, butterfly,
Why do we love you so?
You’re here and there, far and near…
Until it’s time to go.
Butterfly, butterfly,
Wait – don’t stir a wing.
I can’t bear to have you leave me
Until another Spring.
Walt Disney
Walt Disney had talent
For making others laugh.
He began to show this at a very young age
When he drew on anything he could find.
One day he found a bucket of tar,
But thought it was paint for the house.
He painted a picture of his little pet pig
Right on the clean, bleached white wall!
Walt never had much money,
But he did have friends who cared
They worked and helped him
With his movie career.
Walt loved little children
And wanted to give them as much as he could.
He was the first cartoonist to put humor,
Color and sound in his movies just for them.
Walt loved making others happy and was good at it too.
The public loved him, and so
He will always be remembered
For the enjoyment he gave.
Yelling
little kid
leaned over cliff and yelled.
canyon in sudden
ferocity, answered.
a great sound
invaded the canyon.
lots of little kids
yelled together
and canyon vibrated.
from all sides
piercing yells
obnoxious yells rolled
and rolled around.
very shocking yells!
But Nothing Fell.
If I Were in Charge of the World
If I were in charge of the world,
I’d cancel
Vegetables,
Weeds,
Mold,
Smelly feet,
Mud puddles,
and especially kids who punch the lockers.
If I were in charge of the world,
There’d be
Free pop and candy,
Pillow fights in class, and
Nap time instead of R.I.S.E.
If I were in charge of the world,
You wouldn’t have stinky,
You wouldn’t have ugly,
You wouldn’t have rude,
Or “Do your homework first.”
You wouldn’t even have homework.
If I were in charge of the world,
Chocolate and marshmallows would be necessary for life,
Little brothers would be remote controlled,
And a person who never studies
And doesn’t pay attention
Would still be allowed to be in charge of the world.
If I Were in Charge of the World
If I were in charge of the world,
I’d cancel
Stupidity,
Disease,
Drugs,
Bombs,
War,
and especially bin Laden and Saddam.
If I were in charge of the world,
There’d be
Peace,
Safety, and
Cures for all medical problems.
If I were in charge of the world,
You wouldn’t have punks,
You wouldn’t have pornography,
You wouldn’t have immodesty,
Or “Obey the law!”
Because you wouldn’t need laws.
If I were in charge of the world,
Bad guys wouldn’t get away,
Jails would have nobody in them,
And a person who tries to be good
But still isn’t perfect
Would still be allowed to be in charge of the world.
Anne Frank
Anne Frank was a girl
With a spirited heart;
Independent and free,
She had ideas of her own.
She lived in the era
Of World War II;
The time when dumb Hitler
Tried to conquer the world.
He exterminated Jews
Wherever he went,
And left nothing but
Pain and anguish in his path.
Anne and her family
Went into hiding
In the annex of her
Father’s old business.
They had to be quiet
And take special precautions
So only Miep and Mr. Kraler
Would know they were there.
Anne spent a few years there,
Writing in her diary,
But then one night a burglar
Told police where they were.
The Green Police came and got them
And they were sent off
On the very last train
To Auswitz.
Most of them died there
But no one knows
What happened to Mr. VanDaan.
Anne’s father was the only one left.
All that remained
To show Anne and her life
Was a little, old, patched, and frayed
Diary.
Math
Math is the square root of all evil;
Never-ending, ceaseless toil.
It laughs in our faces,
Sending our brains through its phases.
Angles, graphs, and pi,
Little obnoxious number signs.
It’s not fun at all.
It will soon kill us all.
Math needs to die.
The Moon
The moon is a hunk of green cheese in the sky
Rays soft as a chord in a lullaby
Night burglars picture a curse from the sky
To us it’s a beauty
why?
Nachos in Heaven
The moon is a ball of nacho cheese
The sky is a tortilla chip
Pleading with the gods
Eat me before I die
Bored
Not “I’m doing homework” bored,
Not “Nothing’s going on” bored,
Not “tired” bored,
Waiting bored!
Bored because this is taking too long,
This class lasts forever, and
I don’t want to be here!
Nick
He is a silver euphonium
Eyes like an eagle
Happy and carefree
5-star general of the United States military
Natalie
She is a megaphone
Yelling like a banshee
Cute and cuddly
Life-saving veterinarian
Zach [written 6/17/08]
He is a golden trumpet
Mind of a chess master
Loving me
Programmer for Nintendo Game Company
Steve [written 7/10/09, as are the following]
He is a polished clarinet
Laughing in falsetto
Outgoing and understanding
Clinical psychologist
Me
I am a silver flute
Personality of a caring friend
Hoping
Mother and photojournalist/editorial writer
Mom
She is a sewing machine
Mind of a planner
Making our family better
Family history guru
Dad
He is an HO scale train table
Heart of a teacher
Laughing and singing
Bank examiner teacher and singer
Alex
He is a Nintendo Wii
Mind of a gamer and creator
Mastering his skills
Airplane engineer
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