This is a poem where you are trying to convince somebody of something they don’t want to be convinced of. The poem is an argument, an attempt to persuade. Think about all the situations where you are trying to convince somebody of something: getting out of a ticket, getting mom or dad to not ground you for breaking curfew, getting a date with your dream girl/boy, getting mom or dad to give you more money, getting a teacher to let you turn in late work.
As far as form, try to use couplets throughout your poem. Good luck!
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ReplyDeleteChocolate Chip Cookies
ReplyDeletePlease don’t go
I just want you to know
That I need something from you
Something you must do
You must make it for me
Homemade the must be
Not from the store
That would be such a bore
That thing I need from you
That thing you must do
Is make me chocolate chip cookies, that’s right
Please do not put up a fight
These cookies I really do need
If I don’t get them I may even bleed
Don’t go to the deli
I just need them in my belly
But please don’t delay
I need them today
So go fire up the oven
Because I’ll need at least a dozen
Oh how I wish
ReplyDeleteThis grading wasn’t so amiss
The grade I see
Is not pleasing to me
I know that paper was late
But I can’t keep a due date
If you just listen to my plea
Then maybe you will see
I have not done any crime
I just need more time
After school
I had to clean the pool
But what I found
Gave me nothing but a frown
A octopus jumped out
So I started to shout
It wraped my head
And slowly said
“Please get me out of this pool”
So I gave him something new
I took him to the zoo
By the time I got home
I was not in the zone
My paper still remained
But oh was I in pain
So here I am
With empty hands
And I ask you
May I please have more time?
Klondike Bar
ReplyDeleteFor a Klondike Bar you'll see,
I would do anything to get that delicious ice cream inside of me,
I would even swim in the sea,
Swarming with sharks.. and I would do it with glee!
Run a hundred miles i would,
Please buy me that Klondike Bar you really should,
I could grant you any wish,
As long as it's not too selfish,
To the top of Mt. Everest I would climb,
As long as it is not past my bedtime,
Just buy me that Klondike Bar,
Go on and hop in your car,
It really is not too far,
Just go buy me that bar!
I might even walk through fire,
Or walk across a 100 foot tightwire,
Buy me this Klondike Bar I beg you now,
I swear to you I will get it someway...somehow.
No Homework
ReplyDelete7 hours of school a day
Is quite enough on its own
But to go home and work not play
Is a bummer that is well known.
Hours of working hard
Only to go do even more
Be cooped up, practically barred
Until the need to go outside is impossible to ignore.
We are young
Destined to be out in the world
With other people that we are among
Playing with flowers that we have twirled
So I beg and plead
For something my classmates and I would love
Something we truly need
You will be often thought of
If you take our homework away
Never to be reassigned
So that in the fields we may lay
With no stressful thoughts in mind
I get off the bus,
ReplyDeleteI start to fuss.
I am writing this poem,
About a garden gnome.
He lives outside,
With his new bride.
He also owns a pet bee,
That has flees.
I am positive I don’t wait to do this homework,
Even if there wasn’t any roadwork
To distract me
From writing about the gnome and his bee.
Why do they make us,
Stress after getting off the bus
About work
That makes students go berserk?
No poems should be written,
By students that would rather be bitten,
Anymore.
We should write poems about topics we like,
So the students will stop there ongoing hunger strike.
Teachers, if you’re reading,
Avoid a foul beating,
And lets students write what they want!
Mrs. Moritz my computer wouldn't let me sign in.
ReplyDelete~Cloe B.
Dear Abbie
Your mouth is quite blabby
I have tried to ignore it
Every single bit
But I no longer can
Or else it is you I will have to ban
So for you to stop talking
I encourage you to keep walking
I want you to keep going
Until you find a duck strolling
I need you to pick it up
And feed it a nut
Then make it grow fat
Like a big tabby cat
I want you to care for the duck
It might give you good luck
But once you feel the urge to talk again
I want you to go out and find a hen
Then feed it some wheat
And be very sweet
And even then if you feel the need to talk
Then I will bang on your door with a knock
Then pick up your pets
And hit them with nets
I will shove them in the oven
And call up the coven
Then they will show
With their brooms and faces a glow
Then they will gobble your duck
And with another pluck
They will swallow your hen
Yes all of them, ten!
So if you wish to keep our friendship going
Then you will go on a stroll knowing
If you go on a walk
Don’t talk
Don't Make Me Go To School Today:
ReplyDeleteFather,
I'm really not trying to be a bother
It's just you see
I am so sick, oh look at me!
My eyes are red
It's best I stay home in bed.
I'm so worried for that test my face is turning pale
Don't make me go, or I'll for sure fail.
Quick! Call the doc
Hurry! class starts at 8'oclock.
I think I'm gonna puke
I must have gotten this sickness from brother Luke.
Father please don't be a fool!
Oh dear lord, call the school!
I promise you,
I'm not faking the flu!
So please don't make me shout
For goodness sakes just call me out!
Please come up here upon this stage
ReplyDeleteAnd get yourself out of that cage.
I know you’re scared, it’s quite okay,
For I was in your shoes one day.
Learn to let it go,
Let your voice flow.
Let your worries run free.
Don’t be afraid, just sing with me.
The most powerful tool you have is your voice,
To share it is your choice.
Fear and insecurities try to shut you down,
Sing with me for this whole town.
I know you have it in you,
Let it shine through.
How would you sing when no one was around?
Show me that same sound.
I’ll stand here by your side
In me you can confide.
I’ll sing it out
But only if you promise me you will too, without a doubt.
I’ll beg and plea
For you to sing with me.
Eat the Duck, Cloe!
ReplyDeleteMy dearest cloe,
Your letter was quite showy.
Dispite your great skill,
The duck I will not kill.
I know you want me to eat it,
But I just can't without a fit.
You see a duck is not for me,
I only eat veggies.
But you and I are not the same,
So I must say it without a shame.
Eating the duck is not my plans,
But if you do it, you'll gain some fans.
So cook the little thing,
Then put it in your mouth with a fling!
For you are the one who needs
To eat the thing that picks up seeds.
Let me know how it goes,
Hopefully you won't get sick to your toes.
I wish you the best of luck
with your dead little duck.
There's a place I'd like to go.
ReplyDeleteThere are so many bands that I know.
It's not just a big party,
The music is very hearty.
I promise I won't cause trouble,
You know I'm not a rebel.
Everyone will be there,
It's just not fair.
The music might be loud,
But everyone is proud.
It's each person's story,
It tells about their glory.
Their songs are like my own.
I feel each one to the bone.
I'd wouldn't get in a fight there, ever.
I would remember this night forever.
I don't get why you don't see,
How much all this would mean to me.
I'll rid the driveway of all the snow,
If you would just let me go to this show.
Dont Smoke- Troy Witonsky
ReplyDeleteWhy would you smoke?
Its just not cool
Did you know that cigarettes
are made with rocket fuel?
It is dirty, its disgusting
It makes you smell.
It is expensive, its addictive,
it makes you unwell
there are many places smoking
has been banned
restaurants, planes schools
Man get your life in hand.
It is nasty, its gross
it makes your teeth yellow
it is offensive, its oppressive
it makes you hyper, not mellow
Cigarettes also include poison
that would kill a rat
Give it up now
give it up-Stat!
No more grades
ReplyDeleteGrades make school so dreary
Without them I would be so cheery
They cause everyone to stress
This leads to much transgress
No one would mind the change
Grades are truly so strange
Attendance would be at an all time high
For more enthusiasm the students would apply
The teachers even dread these grades
Remove them and their will be no raids
Without grades everyone would go to college
Dumping them wold bring no extra baggage
More would be learned
peace to schools would be returned
Without grades I would have a load lifted
For moods will truly be shifted
I would go to school ready to learn
I would be so happy I would always return
Without grades my brain would no longer hurt
I would forever give my best effort
Take me to Norway
ReplyDeleteTake me to Norway
I don’t want to go through a doorway.
Now if you really love me
You won’t take me to Waka Tihi
No you won’t take me Florida
Though I really adore ya’
If you say there is no way
To take me to Norway
Then let me just tell you this
There are no snakes that hiss
The an abundance of gorgeous lakes and streams
And a surprising lack of screams.
They have lots of gas
but not the kind you pass
They’re very socialistic
But don’t be pessimistic
They don’t like poetry
But that’s understandable believe me
There’s only one thing left to do (it’s not to take me to Cornway)
But instead to take me to Norway.
Oh mom oh dad
ReplyDeleteI’d really be glad
If you’d spare me some change
In the 10 dollar range
I would use it for lunch
And to buy Captain Crunch
I’d no longer be mad
In fact, I’d be glad
On some days
You could gaze
Right Into my belly
And find rotten deli
10 dollars to spare
It would be quite fair
So I’d have money for food
Or not, I’d be screwed
Please please oh please
So I don’t get a disease
I’d eat very healthy
And you’d still be wealthy
I need new skis
ReplyDeleteI can’t use these
They need to be new
And they will probably cost more than a few
Twin tips of course
I wouldn’t use a conventional model even if it was by force
A new coat also please
The one I have has a disease
From Oakley perhaps
One that would match my ski “chaps”
The one I want is really sweet
One that would garnish a tweet
The skis and coat would have to match
From them my true potential would hatch
Moguls and trees would fly right by
Why I went so fast few would know why
The terrain park would have a new master
Someone more proficient with a bait caster
Around the world I would go to ski
There’s never a better way to be free
@Mr. Booth
ReplyDeleteThis is a really amazing place
Whenever we run we win the race
Wherever we’re known we’re known to be impressive
But it would be better with rules less oppressive
If school started at eight and not seven twenty-one
Our grades would improve and would be way more fun
Our GPA would improve, our knowledge increase
With a burning passion like fire and grease
Another improvement that needs to be made
Is a quality naptime for a quality grade
With more time to rest and contemplate stuff
Our lives would be easier, not quite as rough
After this is done just one other thing
Invest in some food, pizza with wings
Delivery service 24/5
Might tell my stomach that my mouth is alive
And not only pizza, but hamburgers too
Hotdogs and ice cream and tiramisu
With all of these things you can not go wrong
But with a bit more, your work will be strong
The chance of risk is one small iota
What needs to be done are water fountains of soda
The system is strong, it’s good and it’s fine
Just three easy payments of $99.99
Mom I really need this,
ReplyDeleteCome here, let me give you a big kiss.
“WAIT”, you’re not getting it?
No, you are wrong….it does fit.
I cannot live without this,
Surely I will turn vicious.
Without it I’ll stop breathing,
I’ll whimper like a baby teething.
My body will disintegrate,
A puddle will, be my fate.
We are in this store by the fountain,
If I leave without, I’ll jump off a mountain.
I will begin to scratch my face,
My blood will ooze all over the place.
My organs will ‘sploosh’ upon the floor,
Very soon I’ll be crazy like a wild boar.
I’ll bang my head with a club,
I’ll change my name to Hubba Bub.
I have only just begun,
Just give it to me, your only son.
Or I will continue with this fit,
Please oh please may I have it?
A day off.
ReplyDeleteOh, how nice it'd be,
Oh, to be free.
Just for one day,
For it I do pray.
All day I could sleep,
And eat, eat, eat.
I would watch t.v.,
Or play on the Wii.
I could hang out with friends,
And we'd hope the day never ends.
We could ask the teachers,
But they all say we are all creatures.
They say we need school,
So we don't act like fools.
Teachers say we need to be smart,
To give us a good start.
We try to pay attention,
But in our brain, there is tension,
I believe a break,
Would help us be more awake.
Oh Mrs. Moritz hear my plea
ReplyDeleteI need an A in poetry
I know my rhymes are not great
They’re far from ornate
But I just can’t do without
I’m going to have to pout
I’ve worked on this poem too long
Longer then it takes to write a song
My hands are aching
My heart is breaking
My parents are going to ground me
I just can’t settle for any old B
Please Mrs. Moritz Oh Please
Poetry is not a breeze
My future is on the line
That A should be mine
I am extremely deserving
My grade is worth conserving
An A is completely fair
You won’t regret it I swear
Oh Mrs. Moritz Hear My Plea
I need an a in poetry
I Need a Ferrari
ReplyDeleteA Ferrari would be nice,
To cut some donoughts on the ice.
I won't end up in a cast,
Even though it's very fast.
You could use it too,
Though scrathing it will cost you more than a few.
You would look good in bright red,
It will turn more than one head.
I wouldn't speed,
The speed limit is all I need.
I could show off a lot of flash,
Because I wouldn't get in a crash.
It's a symbol of power,
Except with the top down in a rain shower.
It also gives off an aura of class,
Especially since you can't be seem behind smoked glass.
Cops would glare,
People would stare.
And I would automatically be given respect,
Because people don't know what to expect.
It would be a ton of fun for us all,
And even the valets at the mall.
It's a plus for you as well,
Your time in it will be swell.
Through the window and a billowing curtain,
ReplyDeleteI find a world, full of snow, I am certain.
It whisks and whirls through the cloudy, dark skies,
Leading to summer’s last demise.
I jump out of bed with great joy and incitement,
Excited for a day with the snow, oh so vibrant.
It is then that a revelation threatens to hit me,
‘Is this truly the snow day I’ve wished for so badly?’
I call up the school, ready to argue,
For this snow day I wish to ultimately debut.
“Please, oh please Mister, give us this day,
To sled, to sleep, to snuggle, and to play”
“It’s so cold outside, a danger to us all,
What would happen if we should slip and fall?”
“We’ve been working so hardly, ever hour of the day,
If we don’t get a break, our minds will surely decay!”
“And what of the buses?
Surely the engines will cause troubles and fuses.”
“A snow day for all!” I declare with much rigor,
And the words explode from my mouth filled with such anger.
“We just need a snow day, it isn’t fair!
If you deny us this chance, we’ll be filled with despair!”
“Be a nice man, and cooperate nicely,
Just give us a snow day, as I’ve asked so precisely.”
My dear teacher, you see
ReplyDeleteThis homework is why I plea
It allows for no play
And is assigned every day
For this I say
Is not the way
For students to learn
But rather for students to yearn
For a world more free
With kids left to be
And a life away from learning
One where ideas are churning
Without harsh rules
Or overbearing schools
That keep kids locked away
Nothing to do but stay
And learn pointless rules
Only valid in schools
But at the end of the classes
The students huddle in masses
In hope for no assignments
But the stars are never in the right alignments
For we always have the displeasure
Of taking the correct measure
To get a good grade
What would we trade
Our lives and our fun
Go down with the sun
As we start in on our works
And think to the next day that lurks
Maybe no homework
Dogs
ReplyDeleteGrand they are,
Near and afar.
Short, tall,
Big and small.
Dogs are best,
There's no contest,
Whatever breed you pick,
They will always stick.
Loyal by your side,
Your dog, smiling wide.
To you their hearts they'll lend,
A truly loving friend.
You'll always hear the talk,
And these friends walk the walk.
There is good reason for hype,
As your tears they'll wipe.
What's more to say?
Let a friend come your way.
Please oh please just let me sleep
ReplyDeleteJust don’t make another peep
I really truly liked my dream
It even included a little stream
5 more minutes is all I need
If I have to I will plead
Underneath my soft warm sheet
My heart pounds at a relaxing beat
Outside my bed it’s always cold
The right to sleep is mine to hold
I know when my eyelids open
The bright light will fly right in
Why can’t school start late
Kids aren’t even moving at a fast rate
It’s really just the very start
That is the actual hard part
There’s nothing else I have to do
Maybe except to find my right shoe
I can’t stand to hear that beep
Please oh please just let me sleep!
Texting is quite bad
ReplyDeleteIt makes me really mad.
It consumes the lives of young ones
Turing them all into dumb dumbs.
I think it should be banned for life
Cause texting is almost as bad as killing with a knife.
Texting sucks the life out of people
It causes their IQ to steeple.
So please stop doing it
It’s making me have a fit.
I don’t know if I can stand it any longer
Cause my willpower isn’t getting any stronger.
I beg you this one last time
Stop texting before I run out of rhymes.
Dear math teacher, I implore you, please give me an A
ReplyDeleteThe importance of this I cannot convey.
I study hard and do all my homework;
Indeed, it is a duty I never shirk.
Please free me the burden of my C
So that I can go to college and get a degree
And live a happy, fulfilling life
Far away from school and all of this strife.
You see, I have always been a straight A student,
In my academic decisions I have always been prudent.
However, this bad grade is ruining my day
And it hurts me to admit it, but I really must say,
That if I achieve an unsuitable grade,
This will really rain on my parade.
I might go crazy, do not be alarmed.
However, many years’ reputation will be harmed.
And so you see, you must change my grade,
I work hard, and this effort must be displayed.
Thank you for you time,
Changing my grade is not a crime.
Con Man
ReplyDeleteI see you've got ten dollars there.
That's quite a lot. Why don't you share?
One dollar is my only plea.
That's all you have to give to me.
Your evil wealth, it holds you slave!
It's dragging you into the grave!
Two bucks I ask, on your behalf,
To save your life that blows like chaff.
Oh my, this is unfair you see.
Why, you have sev'n and I've just three!
O, Prove you're honest, prove you're true;
give five to me, keep five for you.
Don't let your affluence be hoarded
and in the end you'll be rewarded.
So of your ten let me have seven,
and you will get paid back in heaven.
You're wonderful, we both agree,
and much too smart for flattery.
You're generous, and very kind.
To give me nine would ease your mind.
What's that? you have one dollar left?
Why, such such a thing could cause a theft!
Give it to me, and I will go.
Well see ya', chump! Thanks for the dough!
Who really needs a clean room
ReplyDeleteAll it does is consume
An only slightly cluttered desk
Really can’t be too grotesque
Who cares what’s on the floor
Cleaning up is such a bore
An unmade bed
Not such a dread
I don’t think it’s so bad
But you get really mad
You say get that bed made
But I have to sleep in it anyway
Why waste the time
It’s not so bad if it’s not prime
Clean it soon you yell
Before the chiming of the bell
But it truly doesn’t matter
It’s not so bad if it doesn’t flatter
Okay, alright, fine, you win
I’ll just avoid the mess within
Finally, I get my way
I’ll put it off till another day
My dearest folks
ReplyDeleteThis isn’t a hoax
On bended knee
I make this plea
To save you from driving
I admit I am striving
For a modest little car
I’ve no need to be a star
I see your interest I’ve peaked
Since my desire has been leaked
I’ll be happy if it runs
‘Cause after all I have no funds
If it moves I will be pleased
But it’s appearance must appease
Could we find some seats of leather
That I could drive in any weather
And if you love me so,
To Cartoys we will go
To buy some little devices
Without any lofty prices
And about the exterior…
It mustn’t be inferior
Pink polka dots would be great
And your wallet it would not deflate
So get me some wheels
And I swear there’ll be no more appeals!
This beautiful piece of plastic
ReplyDeleteIs quiet simply fantastic
I know you say I will loose it
But, only if I don't use it!
I would be responsible and caring
Defiently not stupid and daring
There is an insureance man
And when you call, he answers, "Hey its Stan!"
I know you have doubts,
But if I get it, I will never pout
Technology is a blessing
Like the way turkey is to dressing!
I would stop with the nagging
If I could start the bragging
I would camp outside and wait for it
If you would just pay for it
Why can't you understand?
It even comes with a two year plan!
It's all in this world I adore,
It's the iphone 4!
I know you say that I have to stay home
ReplyDeleteBut I just can’t control the ringing of my phone
My friends want me to hang out
And if I you don’t let me I will pout
Without social interaction I will die
Right now my only friend is a fly
I need to get away from your embarrassing jokes
And your fairly odd Facebook pokes
All I need is a night with my friends
And do not say, “Well it depends…”
Because without this night of fun
I might as well turn into a nun
I beg you please, let me go
Just drop me off on your way to Home Depot
My phone is still ringing
My ringtone is singing
Just this one night I swear
It’s for the good of my welfare
My friends picked out a great movie
They say it’s really groovy
I hear it’s just your type
It’s all the hype
Oh no, don’t go with me
It’s embarrassing don’t you see?
Maybe I should just stay home
And finish writing my poem
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ReplyDeleteJohn Micheal, your poem is so awesome! Great idea and execution. I'm impressed.
ReplyDeleteBroken Strength
ReplyDeleteby Joe Redmond
She’s so strong; she’s number one.
She really is her dad’s first son.
Helping around, being a hard worker
It fell on her foot, a real tearjerker.
Broken was her heart and swollen foot
On fire was her mind, nothing but soot.
She can’t be hurt, she’s the man!
Perhaps she’s lying as best she can.
Maybe she’s weaker than she once was.
She’s acting just as a woman does!
In the face of pain one cannot wince,
But to the doctor she must convince.
Her foot is turning a shade of blue.
Every day she cries a little “boo-hoo!”
The time is now to take her to the doctor.
To her pain you are only the proctor.
You may want her to be your dude
But a broken food does not become subdued.
She really has not changed
You are just becoming more deranged.
Spare her from this horrible blight
And take her to the doctor for just one night.
Past Curfew...
ReplyDeleteOh Mom! I see you're not in bed!
I blushed and up the stairs I fled.
Oh no you don't, you come back here.
I turned around and felt a tear.
Oh Mom, you don't understand! I cried.
I tried to be home on time, I tried!
But so you see, I was coming home,
And was blocked by a pile of garden gnomes!
And after that, let me tell you,
I ran into tar and lost my shoe!
I ran so fast, right into a tree,
And out came a swarm of stinging bees!
I jumped and yelled and waved my arms,
And ran right into the chicken farm!
Those chickens now, they like to bite,
I fought them off with all my might!
You think I'm done, but no i'm not,
Next I was attacked by a giant robot!
Squeaking like a tiny mouse,
I finally I came upon our house!
I ran inside, and here you stand,
My mother who is just so grand!!
She stepped forward and looked me over well,
And her angry voice started to swell.
You have both shoes, how odd is that,
And I see no feathers on your hat.
Your arms look fine, no scratches there,
And just look at this untouched hair!
A pile of gnomes and robots too,
What has gotten into you??
My head felt like it was being pounded,
As I heard her say, "YOU'RE GROUNDED!"
Oh that wondrous game,
ReplyDeleteWithout it I feel as though I lost all my fame,
When I grip the controller in my hands,
I feel a comforting tingle racing through my sweat glands,
I beg I plea,
But my father just will not let me be,
He forcefully said:
“Get off the couch, you look brain dead!”
Oh father, I would never,
Quickly, quickly, I would have to think of something clever!
Mother wants you to clean the gutters,
Go and pick up all that the clutter,
Giving up the TV cannot be my fate,
My dad really needs to take the bait,
Oh man, that was close,
I’m so glad my father did not oppose,
I would do anything for my satisfying game,
Without you I don’t know what our world would have became,
Call of Duty,
You really are the only true beauty.
I wish I could go to the dance I honestly do
ReplyDeleteBut I promised my friend we had to watch a hue
Of paint dry on the wall
Because this lets the time stall
I want to hang out
But watching paint is the easy way out
You sit and stare
And just wait there
As time passes by
Another coat of paint we will apply
Once the last coat is on
We stay up 'til dawn
To finally witness a new room
With new color that is in bloom
This moment is so exciting to see
We jump and shout with much glee
The paint is a joy in my life
It takes away some of my strife
I planned watching paint dry on the wall in advance
So sorry, but, I will not be able to go to the dance
Please Spot
ReplyDeleteCome on dog
For once be a hog
My homework is just sitting there
The teachers make me do it, and it’s not fair
I bet it tastes really yummy
It will sit well in your tummy
All those long and boring words
Aren’t for only nerds
I bet they’d make you smarter
It really is a good barter
Listen I’ll give you a treat
If you will just help me cheat
Please just eat my homework
I swear there is no guess work
Just chew it up
Come on my pup
There is no reason you should not
Oh please just eat it Spot
John Michael, your poem is awesome! Nice use of vocabulary from first semester and wonderful rhyme.
ReplyDeleteI am a tall, tall tree.
ReplyDeleteThere are so many things I can see.
I look above and look below
In Summer, shine, or wet, sticky snow.
I see the birds flying high in the skies;
Pigs below make huge mud pies.
At night they flutter and go
To my branches both high and low.
I see the factories blowing out smoke.
I see the people ready to choke.
I see the garbage flowing down the stream,
And, oh, if you could see, you would scream.
I see the fisherman catch tiny fish.
Too bad that could never make a decadent dish.
I see the park, the boy, the girl;
I see that the world is in a whirl.
I see them, I see you.
Why can't you change the things you do?
I see the man with the saw.
He’s ready to cut me down against no law.
I want to live to tell the tale
From every road to every trail.
So, save the trees and save the earth.
‘Cause we are the guardians of nature’s birth.
Friends, students, and peers, listen to my plea
ReplyDeleteopen your ears and listen to me
My heart is set on one goal
to teach you the lesson of snow
When its snowing outside
We all want to curl up and hide
And yet we must go to school
Which is a very ridiclious rule
The snow makes the day dreary
And sets all the students weary
We cry and we moan
And just want to be left alone
Yet we are still forced
In the most harshest of sorts
So why not set a day
Almost no price to pay
A snow day indeed
Is exactly what we need
I say pity the fool
who must go to a snowy day of school
Just one more to try
ReplyDeleteIt won't make me die
I just want to sing
Or maybe learn how to make a ring
Maybe I'll try a new sport
Or make a tree fort
A club at my school
Or I might build a pool
I'll bake a cake from scratch
And maybe watch some chickens hatch
I could do more
Like learn how to keep score
Could I be on TV?
Or make a CD?
My parents won't let me
But I want to learn how to ski!
They say it's too much
But I say I have a hunch
That what I can be
Is who I now see as me
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ReplyDeleteMatching Ski Outfits
ReplyDeleteMommy and Daddy, I love you so much,
And I hope that you love me as such.
So now I plea,
And Allison must agree
To get rid of our matching ski clothes.
That’s why I dread it when it snows.
I am sick of looking exactly like her,
With the jackets, the skiis, and the helmets with “fur”
I hate it, I do.
By the way, we both knew,
That this was all for your own pleasure,
But I beg you to make me look better.
Maybe a patterned blue coat,
Will that float your boat?
But if those clothes we do not burn,
Then snowboarding I must learn.
With the comments we gather,
I would much rather,
Work for free
Than wear the same clothes as thee.
You know I love you,
But, our outfits please redo.
Today I am on a mission.
ReplyDeleteI am ready to put the keys into my own ignition.
But there is one slight catch
A license from the DMV, I need to snatch.
Here is goes,
If it starts going all down hill, I'll start crying and sniffle my nose.
“Hey Miss, Can I have one of those cards please?
The ones that say license, not just a tease.”
“How old are you lad?”
“I am close to 10+6, just under by a tad.”
“Oh honey, I think you misunderstood.
At age 15 you can’t handle alone whats under a car’s hood.
The age is 16 and a test to pass.
Have you even taken a driving class?”
“Go talk to the woman at the counter down there,
She will set you up with a permit, her name is Claire.”
“Miss have I not made myself clear?
I may only have one more year,
Left before the disease eats me away.
So what do you say?
Pull a few strings, its all for a good cause.
Ah we’ll only break a few silly laws.
The thing is my dying wish is to drive,
Fast, down the road, to feel so alive.
It’s a dream I tell you, please don’t take it away.
Just issue me one of those and I’ll be on my way.”
“Is that all you have left to say?”
“Wait, did I mention?
You hair looks great, it has so much dimension.
Okay so lets cut to the chase,
Or else I am going to miss my cross country race.
I am a good driver, I give you my word,
To back it up, I have ceased to hit a bird.
Nor have I run a red,
And I certainly haven’t speed.”
“You have a sentimental spiel,
So I’ll tell you what, let’s make a deal.”
“You have 5 seconds to leave
Before I call over the security guy, Steve.”
“Well here is my last ha ra...
I’ll be seeing you, tata.”
Maybe next time
I’ll slip her a dime.
Or maybe change up my story,
Make it a little more gory.
My dearest license I bid you adu,
Soon I shall be seeing you.
Can I Please Have My Own Bedroom?
ReplyDeleteThis morning I awoke, and to my surprise
Standing there before my eyes,
Stood my little sister, grasping a cup
Filled with water to wake me up.
Soon enough, it began to rain
Perhaps a broken water main
But, seemingly, only my head was wet
Could it be sweat?
Or did I forget? That the little brat
Standing innocently at the doormat
Had an empty cup in her hand
And the corners of her mouth began to expand
She laughed and pointed, and laughed some more
And believe me, she had done this before
So, Mom and Dad
I hope you’re mad
At that little girl you call your kid
Because she’s nothing but a scheming squid
So please, please, I’m begging you now
My I have my own bedroom somehow?
Let Me Out
ReplyDeleteYou know those days 20 years ago,
When your life and times were never spent alone,
And with each passing moment you were with a pal,
Can’t you remember Jim, Chris, and Sal?
And now a father, grown and strong,
These days go by slow and a little too long,
And now I ask and now I plead,
“Please let me go out, it’s more than a need!”
But you said no and now I weep,
I understand that whining is cheap,
But you hardship shouldn’t keep others down,
Not even I would enjoy being around,
So take a deep breath and push your troubles away,
You should take the time needed and say,
“My son, life’s fun so enjoy while it lasts,
I wish that I knew this before my days passed,
I see your friends, your dreams, your careers,
Enjoy them while these opportunities are here!
So take a stand and live your run,
Before the time comes when all fun is done,
And I see you now, you student, you teen,
Your body is built and your mind is keen,
Go out! Play while you can,
Seeing you here I cannot stand!”
I’ll Smile and give thanks on the way out the door,
And as it closes you’ll be warmed to the core,
Knowing that the way I’m going is best,
These are the greatest moments in my life, and will never be less!
The Rotten Thing Inside of You
ReplyDeleteOh please don't talk so closely
It really is just killing me
Your breathe really is quite bad
If you knew it would make you terribly sad
It shouldn't be that hard for you
Just twice a day, that should do
Save your friends, especially me
Because you insist on talking so closely
Do the world a favor
Your breath is not something to savor
Ten seconds on each part of your mouth
So when you talk, you won't send your friends south
C'mon, I can see the food you ate last night
Mac N' Cheese I see? You know i'm right
I really like you, believe me I do!
But your not listening to a word I'm saying to you!
Oh what, Oh what, Oh what to do
Please, just get the clue!
Your breath is something NO ONE wants to smell
So brush you teeth. Don't make me yell!
Why this constant, never-ending monologue?
ReplyDeleteWhy this constant, never-ending monologue,
O’er this constant stream of backlog?
I see you sigh and I begin to cry,
O’er why you are so upset, and reply:
My friends it is quite the opposite,
Of your perception of the limit.
You, a student capable of requirement,
You refuse to be fervent,
As you should. As you would…
…Unless, it were to ruin your “childhood” –
Let me tell you that if you bid adieu
To your obsession o’er this issue,
You would find a quite healthier mind,
One not bound like one of your kind,
It isn’t what you have to do,
It’s the knowledge you withdrew.
Why do you insist to persist?
It will help, just let me assist!
For once, don’t lie, sincerely try –
Try to understand why,
Make it a habit to understand what
But know that with learning, that’s no limit –
You never know the depth it’ll allow,
Once you can see the how,
And the who, and I’ll give you a clue:
When it’s your goal to learn - and you do -
You’ll care, and think how much better you’ll fare,
If you were interested, you’d never err…
...In wanting to know, what’s not just for show,
Why you’d be a hero!
So, please, I swear it’s not crazy to be
A little bit like me….
Oh please oh please, can’t you see?
ReplyDeleteI want to visit England, France and Italy!
In England I would do what I was meant to
And do it right on queue
I’d walk across that famous street
And feel sure my life’s complete
You’d grab your camera and snap a shot
And over I would trot
To take a glance
Of my advance
I’d stand by a castle and wait
With suited guards by the gate
No expression on their face
Would make me wonder if they call the Queen “your grace”
After much effort I’d make them laugh
Bullocks, I hope they don’t get fired from the royal staff
I’d note the time and bid adieu,
In my British accent too!
I’d go to France and take a chance
I’d embark on a romance
To a café he’d take me
Then we’d eat ice cream by the sea
Feeling bad and you all sad
We’d go shop Paris – how rad
I’d take you to the Eiffel Tower
You wouldn’t dare to glower
Dressed in our new attire
We’d travel so much higher
From the window there would be a view
One so beautiful it’s too good to be true
On our walk back home
The sights we’d see would make us roam
Bonjour I’d say
To a dog astray
Then the next day
We’d attend the ballet
Moving on to Italy
Looking forward to an eating spree
In front of pizzas we would sit
To enjoying it I would commit
When you won’t finish yours,
I’d threaten to beg on all fours
There’s no doubt my stomach would be
Full to the brim with overwhelming glee
So full, in fact, I wouldn’t move
The Italian chefs would approve
Then we’d tour the Roman ruins
Wondering what we should be doin’
The sun would sink behind the wall
The sudden cold would summon your shawl
But me, I wouldn’t dare
To cease to feel that Italian air
And thinking about the day
I’d wonder what I weigh
You can’t deny
So don’t you try
This trip would be quite a ride
A fateful one on life’s high tide
So please, oh please won’t you come with me
To England, France, and Italy?
Brownie Begger
ReplyDeleteMom, you love me right?
If so I wonder if you might
Just this once, make for me
One big, delicious brownie
I’m tired and I’m sore
I don’t think I can go any more.
Your love will show
Through this action I will know
That you care for me
Enough to make a brownie.
This may seem small
But it truly says it all
Nothing more I will ask
If you do this one small task
I’ll shout for joy
I’ll be a happy little boy
I won’t complain
From anger I’ll refrain
This delicious treat
Will make me sing like a parakeet
I cannot believe that I forgot my name
ReplyDeleteThis will bring me so much shame
What can I do to raise my grade
I could always be my teachers maid
I need to figure out a bribe
Chocolate cookies give me a good vibe
I think that this could work
Maybe I should see a cookie expert
The process of baking was long
But I know it will make my grade strong
Now its time to perform
The cookies smelled good and felt warm
I say "I hope this can help my score"
I hope this doesn't make her bore
The cookies are slipping of the plate
she better accept them before its to late
She isn't even paying attention
It is adding more tension
Then I realize what she is looking at
The cookie shaped like a cat
Now I know my grade is saved
But now I start to crave
those chocolate chip cookies
NO SCHOOL TODAY
ReplyDeleteMrs. Moritz I plea,
Do not be mad with me,
But...
I cannot make it to school today,
I'm feeling rather ill.
My face is green,
I hurt my spleen,
I think I need a pill.
I cannot make it to school today ,
The cat has run amuck.
He probably got mad,
And now I'm sad,
I think I'll take the truck.
I cannot make it to school today,
I broke my pinkie toe.
I ran into a door,
And now I'm sore,
Somebody call the Doc!
I cannot make it to school today,
My homework ran away.
To Timbucktoo,
Or maybe Peru,
Either way,
Home is where I'll stay.