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These poems below are ones that we have made in class or made up!!! Also, below may be poems that we had read and liked too. They will be divided into 2 groups: poems by us, or poems by other people.
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--I'm a poet, and I didn't even know it! Wink, Wink!
Our Poems:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Your Birthday is Special,
And so are you!!!
--Maddy April 17th, 2008
Good Dog,
Bad Hat,
Bad Dog,
Don't eat the Mat,
Not eat the HAT,
Sit on the Mat,
Now that you're fat,
I'll bring out the cat.
--Maddy 30th April
Yo! Yo! Yo!
My name is Jo!
I love to look out the square window!!
--Maddy April 17th, 2008
Marry, Marry,
Quite contrary,
How does your Garden Grow?
I live with a Brat,
In an apartment/flat,
So how in the world should I know?!??!!
Maddy April 17th, 2008
I'm allergic to pencils
allergic to ink,
allergic to markers,
and crayons, I think
I'm allergic to homework,
allergic to rules,
To sum it all up:
I'm allergic to schools
~Sung Hwan~ April 20, 2008
I brought My Grandma's Teeth to school to share my show and tell
Billy shared his sneakers which was something show and smell.
~Sung Hwan~ April 20, 2008
Rays of sunlight
gleaming through the window
showing the new start
of life
--Haiku--SooMin--April, 20, 2008
Birds chirping
frogs croaking
wind whistling
the sound
of nature
--Haiku--SooMin--April, 20, 2008
Tap tap
the sound of rain
Tink tink
the sound of bells
Ha ha
the sound of laughter
--Haiku--SooMin--April, 20, 2008
I sat on my mat,but it was too flat.
My back is so fat!
My cat sat on the bat but then it turned into a mat.
Oh what a terrible day I say.
It's a late May day I say and I can't stand my day!
~Lucy~April 26,2008~
If I said
Said I if
then if I said
wouldn't be
Said I if
--Maddy 29 April-----
Pencils are sharp
Erasers are flat
why are they partners?
well no one knows!
-Brandon 29/4/08
What did you say?
I said I sat on a mutt!
You said you sat on a cut.
No,no I said I sat on a mutt.
What?
What a terrible day!
Oh no!
~Lucy~April 30,2008~
There was a man from Chile,
and his name was Billy.
He was so silly.
He jumped but then have the mumps.
He splashed but then got bashed.
Billy is so silly from Chile!
~Lucy~April 30,2008~
Dan the man the flying man.
He loves to fly and also eats pie.
He buys lots of cans.
Dan the man the flying man
but he can be banned!
~Lucy~May 1,2008~
Shopping,shopping it is a fun thing to do .
To some people it is and to some people it isn't.
You can drop,mop,flop and hop!!
Shopping is fun shopping is fun
but be careful of those hoppers!
~Lucy~April 2,2008~
Little kids are real tiny,
they are also so whinny,
You need to speak babyishy,
for them to understandy,
Do you getty?
You shouldy,
Why can't I talk normal at timesy?
~Mitali~ ~May 6, 2008 ~
Jack,mac,lack,scak
Jack loves to eat mac's
but after he eats them he turns into a sack!
Although he lacks his sacks so that is to bad.
Jack, Jack ,Jack, Jack what a mac he is!!!
~Lucy~May 10,2008~
I am bored,
If you are bored.
Just do as I say,
You don't have to pay...
Anyway:
Try to say way nay tay,
saying stuff like that is sort of gay,
Like on a sun, a ray,
I would make you pay,
for what I told you thay,
is random so lay,
in your bed and say,
way nay tay,
fine don't pay.
Are you Gay?
-That poem is so random and bad! It doesn't make sense-
~Mitali~ ~May 12, 2008 ~
Hello and Hello
I go forth to move about the earth.
I go forth as a Cheetah fast and quiet.
I go forth as a Toucan gliding and sweeping through the sky.
I go forth to move about the earth,
In carefulness, with calmness, and with peace.
--SooMin--June, 23, 2008
Cool Poems not by us:
Mr.Carroll
A yellow bird
with a yellow bill
sitting on my window sill
I lead it in with a crumb of bread
and smashed it's little yellow head!-- Shannonlee-- April 22, 2008.
Shell Silverstein
Tattooin' Ruth
Collars are choking,
Pants are expensive,
Jackets are itchy and hot,
So tattooin' Ruth tattooed me a suit.
Now folks think I'm dressed-
When I'm not!
~Mitali~ * April 23, 2008 *
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
All You Can Eat Rap
I went to a place
that serves all you can eat,
and now my new shoes
do not fit on my feet.
My hat is too tiny
to fit on my head.
My legs now hang over
the edge of my bed.
So, if you should visit
the very same place,
take my advice, friend,
and don't stuff your face.
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
ISH!
When Frederick's grandmother
served him some fish,
young Frederick turned up his nose
and said, "Ish!"
"Okay," said grandma,
"I'll give you some ish."
as she scraped out some earwax
right into a dish.
She brushed in some dandruff that fell from her head,
and some fingernail clippings
from her husband, Ed.
She sniffed at the mixture
and started to sneeze.
Her eyes watered up;
she got weak in the knees.
"Okay," said young Frederick,
"I'd rather have fish."
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
I Ate a Ton of Sugar
I ate a ton of sugar.
It made me very sweet.
It also made me very round-
Now I can't find my feet.
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
I Have Noodles in My Nostrils
I have noodles in my nostrils.
I have noodles on my nose.
There are noodles on my cheeks and chin
and dripping down my clothes.
I’ve got more upon my forehead.
Some are sticking to my neck.
It’s completely disconcerting.
I’m a noodle-covered wreck. I can see them on my kneecaps,
and I know they’re in my shoes.
(When I stand, they’re somewhat squishy,
and I feel them start to ooze.) There are several in my pockets.
There’s a handful in my hair.
And I’m pretty sure that some are even
in my underwear. So try not to do what I did:
I’m a total nincompoop,
and I fell asleep at lunch
while eating chicken noodle soup.
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
Chicken Parts
A picture of a chicken
is in my science book.
Since I am very curious,
I stopped and took a look.
Some arrows pointed to the parts,
like wings and legs and breast.
I saw the beak and feet and tail,
but couldn’t find the rest. I learned a lot about that bird,
but still the question lingers:
Where are all the nuggets
and the patties and the fingers?
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
Meat Loaf
My mother made a meat loaf,
but I think she made it wrong.
It could be that she cooked it
just a little bit too long.
She pulled it from the oven,
and we all began to choke.
The meat loaf was on fire,
and the kitchen filled with smoke.
The smoke detectors squealed
from all the flaming meat loaf haze.
My father used his drink
to try extinguishing the blaze.
Mom shrieked and dropped the meat loaf;
it exploded with a boom
and splattered blackened globs on
every surface in the room.
The dog passed out.
The kitten hid.
My brother screamed and fled.
The baby ate a gobbet
sticking to her head.
My father started yelling,
and my sister went berserk.
But I kept cool and said,
“At least our smoke detectors work.”
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
Powdered Sugar
I hurried in the restaurant
to have a special treat.
I ordered pancakes covered with
my favorite thing to eat.
It wasn’t maple syrup,
not molasses, honey, jam.
I said, “Put heaps and piles
of powdered sugar on it Ma’am.” The food arrived completely coated
with the tasty fluff.
I cut a bite and raised my fork
to gobble up the stuff. Instead, I goofed—I breathed it in
and quickly had to cough.
My choking blasted
all the luscious pancake topping off.
I blew a powdered sugar storm
that flurried ‘round the room.
It snowed on the linoleum—
the waitress got a broom. It fell on heads like dandruff flakes.
It frosted every light.
It powdered babies’ bottoms,
and turned chocolate milk to white. I blinked, and rubbed my cloudy eyes,
and sneezed a snow-white booger.
I saw my pancakes, and I said,
“I need more powdered sugar!”
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
The Spaghetti Challenge
My mom’s spaghetti is the best;
no other mom can beat it;
and every time she cooks it
I can hardly wait to eat it.
I twist the strands around my fork
with wonderful control,
but as I raise them to my mouth
they fall back in the bowl. I twirl the noodles once again
with all the skill I’m able,
but as I lift them up to eat
they tumble to the table. I spin my fork; spaghetti winds
around and round once more;
but as it nears my waiting lips
it slithers to the floor. My mom’s spaghetti is the best;
no other mom can beat it;
but I would like it better
if I got a chance to eat it.
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
The Yuckiest Sandwich
Take a slice of moldy bread.
Spread it thick with mud.
Add an onion ring or two,
topped with slimy crud.
Sprinkle fish food all around—
add a dried-up bug.
Smear the whole thing with the lint
you picked up off the rug. Garnish it with coffee grounds
or hair spray from your mother.
Then wrap it up in cellophane
and give it to your brother!
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
There's a New Cook in the Cafeteria
Good morning, staff and students.
We have a brand new cook.
And that’s why our lunch menu
will have a brand new look.
To make a good impression,
our cook’s prepared a treat:
your choice of snapping turtle soup
or deep-fried monkey meat.
If you’re a vegetarian,
we have good news today:
she’s serving pickled cauliflower
and jellyfish soufflé.
And for dessert our cook has made
a recipe from France:
I’m sure you’ll all want seconds—
of chocolate-covered ants.
I hope you like this gourmet feast.
I hope you won’t complain.
But if you do we’ll have to bring
our old cook back again.
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
Our Mother's At A Meeting
Our mother’s at a meeting
for some big, important deal
and couldn’t be at home tonight
to cook the evening meal.
She left some short instructions
that my sister was to follow.
Instead my sister cooked up things
impossible to swallow. Like Brussels sprouts in vinegar
and jellybeans in mustard,
an onion-pickle pudding
and a lemon-radish custard. She burned a stick of butter
till the house was filled with smoke,
then fried a pound of pepper
with a half an artichoke. She put a whole banana
in the blender with a steak,
then mixed it up with tuna fish
and baked it in a cake. She stirred some chocolate ice cream
with garbanzo beans and bacon.
A single bite was all it took
to leave me feeling shaken. We should have ordered pizza,
but we didn’t know, alas,
my sister is the only kid
who flunked her cooking class.
--SooMin--April, 25, 2008
Cockroach Sandwich
Cockroach sandwich
For my lunch,
Hate the taste
But love the crunch!
--SooMin--April, 25, 2008
Mary Had A Little Ham
Mary had a little ham
With scrambled eggs and toast with jam.
Then she had a little cake,
And then she had a bellyache.
--SooMin--April, 25, 2008
Birthday Advice
Today on your birthday
I think you should know—
you’re getting too old now
to suck on your toe.
And when you get hungry
I hope you won’t spread
the jam that you find
between your toes on your bread. Do not shine your shoes
with the wax from your ear.
Don’t shampoo your hair
with your dad’s favorite beer.
--SooMin--April, 27, 2008
Fraidy Cat
Every night he wakes me up,
all crying and upset.
He thinks he heard a monster,
and now his bed is wet.
“I heard a noise, and now I’m scared,”
he says through all the tears.
I wipe his face and pat his head
and hug away his fears.
I check for ghosts inside his room
and look behind the door.
I scare off all the bogeymen
and tell him, “Cry no more.”
I understand his fear of ghosts.
It wouldn’t be so bad,
but it’s really kind of silly—
this fraidy cat’s my dad.
--SooMin--April, 27, 2008
I Thought I Saw a Ghost Last Night
I thought I saw a ghost last night—
a goblin or a ghoul,
an ugly little creature
oozing salivary drool.
It had an eerie figure
and a huge gigantic nose.
It wasn’t wearing sneakers
and was minus all its clothes.
It hovered through my bedroom
as I tried to catch some z’s.
It appeared to have a lesion
or a facial skin disease.
I rubbed the sleep from both my eyes
and loomed a little nearer.
I knew what I had seen
was just my image in the mirror.
--SooMin--April, 27, 2008
Sweet Dreams
It’s always been a wish of mine
(or should I say a dream)
to scare my sister half to death
and hear her piercing scream.
That’s why I squished four bugs until
they all were very dead,
then took them to my sister’s room
and put them in her bed.
After we had said goodnight
my heart began to pound.
I waited and I waited, but
she never made a sound.
And then I got so doggone tired
I couldn’t stay awake.
I climbed into my own warm bed
and shrieked—there was a snake!
It wiggled, and I leaped and fell
and bruised my bottom half.
Then I heard an awful sound—
it was my sister’s laugh. --SooMin--April, 28, 2008
The Eraser Poem!
The Eraser Poem!
The Eraser Poem
The Eraser Poe
The Eraser Po
The Eraser P
The Eraser
The Erase
The Eras
The Era
The Er
The E
The
Th
T
Maddy--April 29 2008
Bean's
Bean's bean's the magical fruit.
The more you eat the more you toot!
The more you toot the better you feel ,so have bean's in every meal!
~Lucy~April 29,2008~
Life in the heart of
Life in deserts was sandy,
Life in caves was lonely,
Life in ocean was salty,
Life in stars was resplendent,
Life in car was modern,
Life in mountains was exhilarating,
Life in Sun was brilliant,
Life in forests was mystical,
Life in shadows was enigmatic,
Life in battlefield was belligerent,
Life in pearls was exotic,
Life in office was monotonous,
Life in sky was breezy,
Life in submarine was voluptuous,
Life in trees was mischievous,
Life in roses was fragrant,
Life in grass was intoxicating,
Life in webs was silken,
Life in paradise was divine,
Life in temples was sacrosanct,
Life in gutter was abhorrent,
Life in dirt was deplorable,
Life in rain was seductive,
Life in beehives was vivacious,
Life in wine was sensuous,
Life in computers was brazen,
Life in nests was sequestering,
Life in statues was stationary,
Life in icebergs was freezing,
Life in anthills was irascible,
Life in lakes was placid,
Life in locks was invincible,
Life in photographs was still,
Life in gardens was pleasant,
Life in mousetrap was asphyxiating,
Life in fists was curled,
Life in prison was disdainful,
Life in whirlpool was spinning,
Life in theater was dramatic,
Life in art was enchanting,
Life in boats was undulating,
Life in diamonds was glittering,
Life in moon was milky,
Life in kitchen was appetizing,
Life in beauty was ravishing,
Life in titillation was enticing,
Life in fantasy was stupendous,
Life in mother slap was blissful,
Life in medicine was healing,
Life in corpse was standstill,
Life in lavatory was pathetic,
Life in seedlings was blossoming,
Life in horseback was gallivanting,
Life in snakeskin was slithering,
Life in oven was sizzling,
Life in greenery was sedative,
Life in rebellion was evoking,
Life in discrimination was appalling,
Life in benevolence was gratifying,
Life in humanity was God,
Life in cheese was tangy,
Life in achievement was exultation,
Life in ambition was propelling,
Life in eyelashes was flirtatious,
Life in palms was dependant,
Life in fashion was bombastic,
Life in recluse was esoteric,
Life in keyhole was inconspicuous,
Life in kites was exuberant,
Life in glass was reflecting,
Life in tea was rejuvenating,
Life in sheep was impeccable,
Life in rocks was jagged,
Life in chains was abominable,
Life in feathers was tickling,
Life in egotism was preposterous,
Life in dawn was brand new,
Life in dewdrops was mesmerizing,
Life in intrigue was electrifying,
Life in eloquence was mystifying,
Life in clock was pragmatic,
Life in childhood was nostalgic,
Life in robots was mechanical,
Life in fabric was shielding,
Life in soul was stupefying,
Life in roots was entangling,
Life in chains was hedonistic,
Life in bareness was lascivious,
Life in haziness was romantic,
Life in knives was lethal,
Life in chili was piquant,
Life in swings was fascinating,
Life in lechery was insane,
Life in rhythm was celestial,
Life in pulse was frantic,
Life in lies was cowardice,
Life in superstitions was non-existent,
Life in revenge was pugnacious,
But life in the heart of your beloved; WAS; IS; AND
WILL ALWAYS BE LOVE; LOVE AND ONLY LOVE…
Nikhil Parekh-Vivian-4-26-08
There once was a man from Japan
Who always ate off his frying pan
At his door
Was a boar
That was holding a soda can!
By Salvador 30-4-08
Advice From Dracula
Don’t ever dine with Frankenstein;
he feasts on flaming turpentine.
He chomps and chews on soles of shoes
and quaffs down quarts of oily ooze.
At supper time he’ll slurp some slime.
He’s known to gnaw on gristly grime.
His meals of mud and crispy crud
will curl your hair and chill your blood.
His poison, pungent, putrid snacks
may cause you seizures and attacks.
Your hair may turn completely white.
You may pass out or scream in fright.
Your skin will crawl.
Your throat will burn.
Your eyes will bulge.
Your guts will churn.
Your teeth will clench.
Your knees will shake.
Your hands will sweat.
Your brain will bake.
You’ll cringe and cry.
You’ll moan and whine.
You’ll feel a chill
run down your spine.
You’ll lose your lunch.
You’ll lose your head.
So come...
and dine with me instead.
--SooMin--April, 30, 2008
Hey, Ma, Somethings Under My Bed
I hear it at night
when I turn out the light.
It’s that creature who’s under my bed.
He won’t go away.
He’s determined to stay.
But I wish he would beat it, instead.
I told him to go,
but he shook his head no.
He was worse than an unwelcome guest.
I gave him a nudge,
but he still wouldn’t budge.
It was hard to get rid of the pest.
So I fired one hundred
round cannonballs plundered
from pirate ships sailing the seas.
But he caught them barehanded
and quickly grandstanded
by juggling them nice as you please.
The creature was slick.
He was clever and quick.
This called for a drastic maneuver.
So I lifted my spread
and charged under the bed
with the roar of my mother’s new Hoover.
But he snorted his nose
and sucked in the long hose,
the canister, cord, and the plug,
and vacuumed in dust
till I thought he would bust
then he blew it all over the rug.
Now this made me sore,
so I cried, “This is war!”
and sent in a contingent of fleas,
an army of ants
dressed in camouflage pants,
followed closely by big killer bees.
But he welcomed them in
with a sly, crafty grin,
and he ate them with crackers and cheese.
I screamed, “That’s enough!”
It was time to get tough.
“You asked for it, Creature,” I said,
as I picked up and threw,
with an aim sure and true,
my gym sneaker under the bed.
With each whiff of the sneaker
the creature grew weaker.
He staggered out gasping for air.
He coughed and he sneezed
and collapsed with a wheeze
and accused me of not playing fair.
Then holding his nose
with his twelve hairy toes,
the creature curled into a ball,
and rolled ’cross the floor
smashing right through the door.
I was rid of him once and for all.
The very next night
when I turned out the light
and was ready to lay down my head,
I heard my kid brother
cry out to my mother,
“Hey, Ma, something’s under my bed.”
--SooMin--April, 30, 2008
Good-bye, Goldfish
The day my favorite goldfish died,
I’m not ashamed to say, I cried.
I prayed for its departed soul,
then flushed it down the toilet bowl.
--SooMin--May, 1, 2008
The Creature
In the middle of the night,
in the part that’s known as “dead,”
I wake and hear the breathing
of the creature ’neath my bed.
Sometimes he growls and threatens me,
sometimes he only stares.
He’s big and mean and ugly,
and I shiver when he glares.
His B. O. fills the bedroom,
and his breath is awful, too.
His teeth are caked with ick and grime;
he should be in a zoo.
Instead, he lives beneath me—
it’s like rooming with a skunk.
The creature’s my big brother,
and he has the lower bunk.
--SooMin--May, 1, 2008
The Two-headed Monster
A two-headed monster
broke into my house.
He ate every button
on Jennifer’s blouse.
He tasted a table
and chewed on a bed.
He swallowed the hat
on my grandfather’s head.
The monster ingested
the living room floor.
He scarfed down a painting
and dined on a door.
He snacked on the sofa.
He munched on the mats.
He sampled the fur
on my kittens and cats.
Although he enjoyed
all the things that he ate,
he suffered a tragic,
unfortunate fate.
The doctors confirmed it.
I heard what they said.
He ate mother’s cooking,
and now he is dead.
--SooMin--May, 1, 2008
The Headless Horseman's Haircut
The headless horseman’s hair was
getting scruffy ’round the ears.
He hadn’t had a decent cut
in over twenty years.
He’d heard about a barber
who was recommended by
another headless horseman,
so he thought him worth a try.
He tied his horse outside the shop
on Second Avenue,
went in and asked the barber
for a shave and a shampoo.
He said, “I’d like my hair cut short,
but leave some length in back.
I’ll need a dandruff treatment, too.
I’m fond of wearing black.”
The headless horseman thought a bit
before instructing him,
“And then if time allows it, sir,
my moustache needs a trim.”
He left there feeling confident
at quarter after one.
He turned and told the barber,
“I’ll be back here when you’re done.”
--SooMin--May, 1, 2008
Swimming in the swimming pool is were I like to "B"
Wearing underwater goggles so that I can "C"
Yesterday before I swam I drank a cup of "T"
Now the pool is just an "ool'
Because I took a "P"
--Maddy's sister May 1
Come See The Thing
Come see the thing that dad has caught,
OH yuck!...Don't even bother,
It is not dead as dad thought,
And we are minus father,
--Maddy May 1
Basketball's My Favorite Sport
Basketball's my favorite sport,
I dribble up and down the court,
The ball goes bouncing off my toes,
and beans the teacher in the nose,
He stumbles back and grabs his nose,
He hits the wall and down he goes,
The other players stop and stare,
They've never heard the teacher swear,
With no one playing anymore,
I grab the ball I shoot I score,
I love this game it's so much fun,
The teacher cried but hey.. WE WON!!!
--Maddy's sister May 1
Miraculous Mortimer
Miraculous Mortimer (master magician)
has sawn his assistant in two,
He can't recall how to reverse her condition-
Has anyone here any glue????
--Maddy May 1
My Sister is a Sissy
My sister is a sissy,
she's afraid of dogs and cats,
A toad can give her tantrums,
And she's terrified of rats,
she screams at things with stingers,
Things that buzz and things that crawl,
Just the shadow of a spider
sends my sister up the wall.
A lizard makes makes her shiver,
and a turtle makes her squirm,
she positively cringes,
at the prospect of a worm,
she's afraid of things with feathers,
She's afraid of things with fur,
she's scarred of almost everything-
How come I'm scared of her?????
--Maddy may 1
Something Silky
Something Silky, scarcely there,
ghostly and Diaphanous,
stole our socks and underwear,
and a ghastly laugh on us!
--Maddy may 1
I'd Never Dine on Dinosaurs
I'd never dine on dinosaurs,
they can't be good to eat,
for all they've got are lots of bones,
and not a bit of meat.
--Maddy May 1st
A Brat
into
There was a cat,
Who licked my mat
I called him a brat,
So he ate my pet rat
Now I call him Hattie,
Because he loves my,
dog, Mattie.
~Sung Hwan~ May 2nd, 2008
The Titanic
The Wonder Ship,
Was leaving for its first trip.
The iceberg hit Titanic,
Everyone was in a panic.
Titanic is sinking,
People are drowning.
Titanic sunk down into the ocean,
In the water there was a huge explosion.
~Sung Hwan~May 2nd, 2008
Happy Birthday to you
You're hundred and two.
You look like a student
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond you were to come by
one evening when the moon was shining down into my dark home and stand there at the edge of my affection and think, "It's beautiful here by this pond. I wish somebody loved me," I'd love you and be your catfish friend and drive such lonely thoughts from your mind and suddenly you would be at peace, and ask yourself, "I wonder if there are any catfish in this pond? It seems like a perfect place for them.-Vivian-5/3/08
And live in a school.
~Sung Hwan~May 2, 2008
The Scrabble Poem!
Hte Csrabble Opem!
Eht Rcabble Epom!
Eht Ascrbble Mpoe!
Eht Bscrable !poem
Eht Bscrable !poem
Eht Lscrabbe !poem
Eht Escrabbl !poem
................................
The Scrabble Poem!
--SooMin--June, 19, 2008
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Our Poems:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Your Birthday is Special,
And so are you!!!
--Maddy April 17th, 2008
Good Dog,
Bad Hat,
Bad Dog,
Don't eat the Mat,
Not eat the HAT,
Sit on the Mat,
Now that you're fat,
I'll bring out the cat.
--Maddy 30th April
Yo! Yo! Yo!
My name is Jo!
I love to look out the square window!!
--Maddy April 17th, 2008
Marry, Marry,
Quite contrary,
How does your Garden Grow?
I live with a Brat,
In an apartment/flat,
So how in the world should I know?!??!!
Maddy April 17th, 2008
I'm allergic to pencils
allergic to ink,
allergic to markers,
and crayons, I think
I'm allergic to homework,
allergic to rules,
To sum it all up:
I'm allergic to schools
~Sung Hwan~ April 20, 2008
I brought My Grandma's Teeth to school to share my show and tell
Billy shared his sneakers which was something show and smell.
~Sung Hwan~ April 20, 2008
Rays of sunlight
gleaming through the window
showing the new start
of life
--Haiku--SooMin--April, 20, 2008
Birds chirping
frogs croaking
wind whistling
the sound
of nature
--Haiku--SooMin--April, 20, 2008
Tap tap
the sound of rain
Tink tink
the sound of bells
Ha ha
the sound of laughter
--Haiku--SooMin--April, 20, 2008
I sat on my mat,but it was too flat.
My back is so fat!
My cat sat on the bat but then it turned into a mat.
Oh what a terrible day I say.
It's a late May day I say and I can't stand my day!
~Lucy~April 26,2008~
If I said
Said I if
then if I said
wouldn't be
Said I if
--Maddy 29 April-----
Pencils are sharp
Erasers are flat
why are they partners?
well no one knows!
-Brandon 29/4/08
What did you say?
I said I sat on a mutt!
You said you sat on a cut.
No,no I said I sat on a mutt.
What?
What a terrible day!
Oh no!
~Lucy~April 30,2008~
There was a man from Chile,
and his name was Billy.
He was so silly.
He jumped but then have the mumps.
He splashed but then got bashed.
Billy is so silly from Chile!
~Lucy~April 30,2008~
Dan the man the flying man.
He loves to fly and also eats pie.
He buys lots of cans.
Dan the man the flying man
but he can be banned!
~Lucy~May 1,2008~
Shopping,shopping it is a fun thing to do .
To some people it is and to some people it isn't.
You can drop,mop,flop and hop!!
Shopping is fun shopping is fun
but be careful of those hoppers!
~Lucy~April 2,2008~
Little kids are real tiny,
they are also so whinny,
You need to speak babyishy,
for them to understandy,
Do you getty?
You shouldy,
Why can't I talk normal at timesy?
~Mitali~ ~May 6, 2008 ~
Jack,mac,lack,scak
Jack loves to eat mac's
but after he eats them he turns into a sack!
Although he lacks his sacks so that is to bad.
Jack, Jack ,Jack, Jack what a mac he is!!!
~Lucy~May 10,2008~
I am bored,
If you are bored.
Just do as I say,
You don't have to pay...
Anyway:
Try to say way nay tay,
saying stuff like that is sort of gay,
Like on a sun, a ray,
I would make you pay,
for what I told you thay,
is random so lay,
in your bed and say,
way nay tay,
fine don't pay.
Are you Gay?
-That poem is so random and bad! It doesn't make sense-
~Mitali~ ~May 12, 2008 ~
What a great May day it is.
You can play, but you have to pay!!
That is not so good but you can still enjoy your May day!!
The blue jays are singing and you are laying on your mat.
May day and May day!!
-Lucy-May 13,2008-
Blueberry pie
Makes me die
It drives me mad
And also sad
Hanson May 14
My new elephant tie.
Makes me sigh
I'll give it back
To the shop keeper Zack
Hanson May 14
Blueberry pie
Makes me die
It drives me mad
And also sad
Hanson May 14
My new elephant tie.
Makes me sigh
I'll give it back
To the shop keeper Zack
Hanson May 14
Hello and Hello
I like to below very much too!
I also like to play the cello.
It's sound is very mellow!
I like to eat jello too!
~Lucy~May 21,2008~
I go forth to move about the earth.
I go forth as a Cheetah fast and quiet.
I go forth as a Toucan gliding and sweeping through the sky.
I go forth to move about the earth,
In carefulness, with calmness, and with peace.
--SooMin--June, 23, 2008
Cool Poems not by us:
Mr.Carroll
A yellow bird
with a yellow bill
sitting on my window sill
I lead it in with a crumb of bread
and smashed it's little yellow head!-- Shannonlee-- April 22, 2008.
Shell Silverstein
Tattooin' Ruth
Collars are choking,
Pants are expensive,
Jackets are itchy and hot,
So tattooin' Ruth tattooed me a suit.
Now folks think I'm dressed-
When I'm not!
~Mitali~ * April 23, 2008 *
| I'm Getting Sick of Peanut Butter |
| I look inside my lunch box, and, oh, what do I see? A peanut butter sandwich staring glumly back at me. I know I had one yesterday, and, yes, the day before. In fact, that’s all I’ve eaten for at least a month or more. I’m sure tomorrow afternoon the outlook’s just as bleak. I’ll bet I’m having peanut butter every day this week. I’m getting sick of peanut butter sandwiches for lunch. Why can’t I have baloney or potato chips to munch? I wish I had lasagna or a piece of pumpkin pie. Another day of peanut butter might just make me cry. But still this awful sandwich is in every lunch I take. You see, it is the only thing my mom knows how to make. |
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
All You Can Eat Rap
I went to a place
that serves all you can eat,
and now my new shoes
do not fit on my feet.
My hat is too tiny
to fit on my head.
My legs now hang over
the edge of my bed.
So, if you should visit
the very same place,
take my advice, friend,
and don't stuff your face.
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
ISH!
When Frederick's grandmother
served him some fish,
young Frederick turned up his nose
and said, "Ish!"
"Okay," said grandma,
"I'll give you some ish."
as she scraped out some earwax
right into a dish.
She brushed in some dandruff that fell from her head,
and some fingernail clippings
from her husband, Ed.
She sniffed at the mixture
and started to sneeze.
Her eyes watered up;
she got weak in the knees.
"Okay," said young Frederick,
"I'd rather have fish."
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
I Ate a Ton of Sugar
I ate a ton of sugar.
It made me very sweet.
It also made me very round-
Now I can't find my feet.
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
I Have Noodles in My Nostrils
I have noodles in my nostrils.
I have noodles on my nose.
There are noodles on my cheeks and chin
and dripping down my clothes.
I’ve got more upon my forehead.
Some are sticking to my neck.
It’s completely disconcerting.
I’m a noodle-covered wreck. I can see them on my kneecaps,
and I know they’re in my shoes.
(When I stand, they’re somewhat squishy,
and I feel them start to ooze.) There are several in my pockets.
There’s a handful in my hair.
And I’m pretty sure that some are even
in my underwear. So try not to do what I did:
I’m a total nincompoop,
and I fell asleep at lunch
while eating chicken noodle soup.
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
Chicken Parts
A picture of a chicken
is in my science book.
Since I am very curious,
I stopped and took a look.
Some arrows pointed to the parts,
like wings and legs and breast.
I saw the beak and feet and tail,
but couldn’t find the rest. I learned a lot about that bird,
but still the question lingers:
Where are all the nuggets
and the patties and the fingers?
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
Meat Loaf
My mother made a meat loaf,
but I think she made it wrong.
It could be that she cooked it
just a little bit too long.
She pulled it from the oven,
and we all began to choke.
The meat loaf was on fire,
and the kitchen filled with smoke.
The smoke detectors squealed
from all the flaming meat loaf haze.
My father used his drink
to try extinguishing the blaze.
Mom shrieked and dropped the meat loaf;
it exploded with a boom
and splattered blackened globs on
every surface in the room.
The dog passed out.
The kitten hid.
My brother screamed and fled.
The baby ate a gobbet
sticking to her head.
My father started yelling,
and my sister went berserk.
But I kept cool and said,
“At least our smoke detectors work.”
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
Powdered Sugar
I hurried in the restaurant
to have a special treat.
I ordered pancakes covered with
my favorite thing to eat.
It wasn’t maple syrup,
not molasses, honey, jam.
I said, “Put heaps and piles
of powdered sugar on it Ma’am.” The food arrived completely coated
with the tasty fluff.
I cut a bite and raised my fork
to gobble up the stuff. Instead, I goofed—I breathed it in
and quickly had to cough.
My choking blasted
all the luscious pancake topping off.
I blew a powdered sugar storm
that flurried ‘round the room.
It snowed on the linoleum—
the waitress got a broom. It fell on heads like dandruff flakes.
It frosted every light.
It powdered babies’ bottoms,
and turned chocolate milk to white. I blinked, and rubbed my cloudy eyes,
and sneezed a snow-white booger.
I saw my pancakes, and I said,
“I need more powdered sugar!”
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
The Spaghetti Challenge
My mom’s spaghetti is the best;
no other mom can beat it;
and every time she cooks it
I can hardly wait to eat it.
I twist the strands around my fork
with wonderful control,
but as I raise them to my mouth
they fall back in the bowl. I twirl the noodles once again
with all the skill I’m able,
but as I lift them up to eat
they tumble to the table. I spin my fork; spaghetti winds
around and round once more;
but as it nears my waiting lips
it slithers to the floor. My mom’s spaghetti is the best;
no other mom can beat it;
but I would like it better
if I got a chance to eat it.
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
The Yuckiest Sandwich
Take a slice of moldy bread.
Spread it thick with mud.
Add an onion ring or two,
topped with slimy crud.
Sprinkle fish food all around—
add a dried-up bug.
Smear the whole thing with the lint
you picked up off the rug. Garnish it with coffee grounds
or hair spray from your mother.
Then wrap it up in cellophane
and give it to your brother!
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
There's a New Cook in the Cafeteria
Good morning, staff and students.
We have a brand new cook.
And that’s why our lunch menu
will have a brand new look.
To make a good impression,
our cook’s prepared a treat:
your choice of snapping turtle soup
or deep-fried monkey meat.
If you’re a vegetarian,
we have good news today:
she’s serving pickled cauliflower
and jellyfish soufflé.
And for dessert our cook has made
a recipe from France:
I’m sure you’ll all want seconds—
of chocolate-covered ants.
I hope you like this gourmet feast.
I hope you won’t complain.
But if you do we’ll have to bring
our old cook back again.
--SooMin--April, 24, 2008
Our Mother's At A Meeting
Our mother’s at a meeting
for some big, important deal
and couldn’t be at home tonight
to cook the evening meal.
She left some short instructions
that my sister was to follow.
Instead my sister cooked up things
impossible to swallow. Like Brussels sprouts in vinegar
and jellybeans in mustard,
an onion-pickle pudding
and a lemon-radish custard. She burned a stick of butter
till the house was filled with smoke,
then fried a pound of pepper
with a half an artichoke. She put a whole banana
in the blender with a steak,
then mixed it up with tuna fish
and baked it in a cake. She stirred some chocolate ice cream
with garbanzo beans and bacon.
A single bite was all it took
to leave me feeling shaken. We should have ordered pizza,
but we didn’t know, alas,
my sister is the only kid
who flunked her cooking class.
--SooMin--April, 25, 2008
Cockroach Sandwich
Cockroach sandwich
For my lunch,
Hate the taste
But love the crunch!
--SooMin--April, 25, 2008
Mary Had A Little Ham
Mary had a little ham
With scrambled eggs and toast with jam.
Then she had a little cake,
And then she had a bellyache.
--SooMin--April, 25, 2008
Birthday Advice
Today on your birthday
I think you should know—
you’re getting too old now
to suck on your toe.
And when you get hungry
I hope you won’t spread
the jam that you find
between your toes on your bread. Do not shine your shoes
with the wax from your ear.
Don’t shampoo your hair
with your dad’s favorite beer.
--SooMin--April, 27, 2008
Fraidy Cat
Every night he wakes me up,
all crying and upset.
He thinks he heard a monster,
and now his bed is wet.
“I heard a noise, and now I’m scared,”
he says through all the tears.
I wipe his face and pat his head
and hug away his fears.
I check for ghosts inside his room
and look behind the door.
I scare off all the bogeymen
and tell him, “Cry no more.”
I understand his fear of ghosts.
It wouldn’t be so bad,
but it’s really kind of silly—
this fraidy cat’s my dad.
--SooMin--April, 27, 2008
I Thought I Saw a Ghost Last Night
I thought I saw a ghost last night—
a goblin or a ghoul,
an ugly little creature
oozing salivary drool.
It had an eerie figure
and a huge gigantic nose.
It wasn’t wearing sneakers
and was minus all its clothes.
It hovered through my bedroom
as I tried to catch some z’s.
It appeared to have a lesion
or a facial skin disease.
I rubbed the sleep from both my eyes
and loomed a little nearer.
I knew what I had seen
was just my image in the mirror.
--SooMin--April, 27, 2008
Sweet Dreams
It’s always been a wish of mine
(or should I say a dream)
to scare my sister half to death
and hear her piercing scream.
That’s why I squished four bugs until
they all were very dead,
then took them to my sister’s room
and put them in her bed.
After we had said goodnight
my heart began to pound.
I waited and I waited, but
she never made a sound.
And then I got so doggone tired
I couldn’t stay awake.
I climbed into my own warm bed
and shrieked—there was a snake!
It wiggled, and I leaped and fell
and bruised my bottom half.
Then I heard an awful sound—
it was my sister’s laugh. --SooMin--April, 28, 2008
The Eraser Poem!
The Eraser Poem!
The Eraser Poem
The Eraser Poe
The Eraser Po
The Eraser P
The Eraser
The Erase
The Eras
The Era
The Er
The E
The
Th
T
Maddy--April 29 2008
Bean's
Bean's bean's the magical fruit.
The more you eat the more you toot!
The more you toot the better you feel ,so have bean's in every meal!
~Lucy~April 29,2008~
Life in the heart of
Life in deserts was sandy,
Life in caves was lonely,
Life in ocean was salty,
Life in stars was resplendent,
Life in car was modern,
Life in mountains was exhilarating,
Life in Sun was brilliant,
Life in forests was mystical,
Life in shadows was enigmatic,
Life in battlefield was belligerent,
Life in pearls was exotic,
Life in office was monotonous,
Life in sky was breezy,
Life in submarine was voluptuous,
Life in trees was mischievous,
Life in roses was fragrant,
Life in grass was intoxicating,
Life in webs was silken,
Life in paradise was divine,
Life in temples was sacrosanct,
Life in gutter was abhorrent,
Life in dirt was deplorable,
Life in rain was seductive,
Life in beehives was vivacious,
Life in wine was sensuous,
Life in computers was brazen,
Life in nests was sequestering,
Life in statues was stationary,
Life in icebergs was freezing,
Life in anthills was irascible,
Life in lakes was placid,
Life in locks was invincible,
Life in photographs was still,
Life in gardens was pleasant,
Life in mousetrap was asphyxiating,
Life in fists was curled,
Life in prison was disdainful,
Life in whirlpool was spinning,
Life in theater was dramatic,
Life in art was enchanting,
Life in boats was undulating,
Life in diamonds was glittering,
Life in moon was milky,
Life in kitchen was appetizing,
Life in beauty was ravishing,
Life in titillation was enticing,
Life in fantasy was stupendous,
Life in mother slap was blissful,
Life in medicine was healing,
Life in corpse was standstill,
Life in lavatory was pathetic,
Life in seedlings was blossoming,
Life in horseback was gallivanting,
Life in snakeskin was slithering,
Life in oven was sizzling,
Life in greenery was sedative,
Life in rebellion was evoking,
Life in discrimination was appalling,
Life in benevolence was gratifying,
Life in humanity was God,
Life in cheese was tangy,
Life in achievement was exultation,
Life in ambition was propelling,
Life in eyelashes was flirtatious,
Life in palms was dependant,
Life in fashion was bombastic,
Life in recluse was esoteric,
Life in keyhole was inconspicuous,
Life in kites was exuberant,
Life in glass was reflecting,
Life in tea was rejuvenating,
Life in sheep was impeccable,
Life in rocks was jagged,
Life in chains was abominable,
Life in feathers was tickling,
Life in egotism was preposterous,
Life in dawn was brand new,
Life in dewdrops was mesmerizing,
Life in intrigue was electrifying,
Life in eloquence was mystifying,
Life in clock was pragmatic,
Life in childhood was nostalgic,
Life in robots was mechanical,
Life in fabric was shielding,
Life in soul was stupefying,
Life in roots was entangling,
Life in chains was hedonistic,
Life in bareness was lascivious,
Life in haziness was romantic,
Life in knives was lethal,
Life in chili was piquant,
Life in swings was fascinating,
Life in lechery was insane,
Life in rhythm was celestial,
Life in pulse was frantic,
Life in lies was cowardice,
Life in superstitions was non-existent,
Life in revenge was pugnacious,
But life in the heart of your beloved; WAS; IS; AND
WILL ALWAYS BE LOVE; LOVE AND ONLY LOVE…
Nikhil Parekh-Vivian-4-26-08
There once was a man from Japan
Who always ate off his frying pan
At his door
Was a boar
That was holding a soda can!
By Salvador 30-4-08
Advice From Dracula
Don’t ever dine with Frankenstein;
he feasts on flaming turpentine.
He chomps and chews on soles of shoes
and quaffs down quarts of oily ooze.
At supper time he’ll slurp some slime.
He’s known to gnaw on gristly grime.
His meals of mud and crispy crud
will curl your hair and chill your blood.
His poison, pungent, putrid snacks
may cause you seizures and attacks.
Your hair may turn completely white.
You may pass out or scream in fright.
Your skin will crawl.
Your throat will burn.
Your eyes will bulge.
Your guts will churn.
Your teeth will clench.
Your knees will shake.
Your hands will sweat.
Your brain will bake.
You’ll cringe and cry.
You’ll moan and whine.
You’ll feel a chill
run down your spine.
You’ll lose your lunch.
You’ll lose your head.
So come...
and dine with me instead.
--SooMin--April, 30, 2008
Hey, Ma, Somethings Under My Bed
I hear it at night
when I turn out the light.
It’s that creature who’s under my bed.
He won’t go away.
He’s determined to stay.
But I wish he would beat it, instead.
I told him to go,
but he shook his head no.
He was worse than an unwelcome guest.
I gave him a nudge,
but he still wouldn’t budge.
It was hard to get rid of the pest.
So I fired one hundred
round cannonballs plundered
from pirate ships sailing the seas.
But he caught them barehanded
and quickly grandstanded
by juggling them nice as you please.
The creature was slick.
He was clever and quick.
This called for a drastic maneuver.
So I lifted my spread
and charged under the bed
with the roar of my mother’s new Hoover.
But he snorted his nose
and sucked in the long hose,
the canister, cord, and the plug,
and vacuumed in dust
till I thought he would bust
then he blew it all over the rug.
Now this made me sore,
so I cried, “This is war!”
and sent in a contingent of fleas,
an army of ants
dressed in camouflage pants,
followed closely by big killer bees.
But he welcomed them in
with a sly, crafty grin,
and he ate them with crackers and cheese.
I screamed, “That’s enough!”
It was time to get tough.
“You asked for it, Creature,” I said,
as I picked up and threw,
with an aim sure and true,
my gym sneaker under the bed.
With each whiff of the sneaker
the creature grew weaker.
He staggered out gasping for air.
He coughed and he sneezed
and collapsed with a wheeze
and accused me of not playing fair.
Then holding his nose
with his twelve hairy toes,
the creature curled into a ball,
and rolled ’cross the floor
smashing right through the door.
I was rid of him once and for all.
The very next night
when I turned out the light
and was ready to lay down my head,
I heard my kid brother
cry out to my mother,
“Hey, Ma, something’s under my bed.”
--SooMin--April, 30, 2008
Good-bye, Goldfish
The day my favorite goldfish died,
I’m not ashamed to say, I cried.
I prayed for its departed soul,
then flushed it down the toilet bowl.
--SooMin--May, 1, 2008
The Creature
In the middle of the night,
in the part that’s known as “dead,”
I wake and hear the breathing
of the creature ’neath my bed.
Sometimes he growls and threatens me,
sometimes he only stares.
He’s big and mean and ugly,
and I shiver when he glares.
His B. O. fills the bedroom,
and his breath is awful, too.
His teeth are caked with ick and grime;
he should be in a zoo.
Instead, he lives beneath me—
it’s like rooming with a skunk.
The creature’s my big brother,
and he has the lower bunk.
--SooMin--May, 1, 2008
The Two-headed Monster
A two-headed monster
broke into my house.
He ate every button
on Jennifer’s blouse.
He tasted a table
and chewed on a bed.
He swallowed the hat
on my grandfather’s head.
The monster ingested
the living room floor.
He scarfed down a painting
and dined on a door.
He snacked on the sofa.
He munched on the mats.
He sampled the fur
on my kittens and cats.
Although he enjoyed
all the things that he ate,
he suffered a tragic,
unfortunate fate.
The doctors confirmed it.
I heard what they said.
He ate mother’s cooking,
and now he is dead.
--SooMin--May, 1, 2008
The Headless Horseman's Haircut
The headless horseman’s hair was
getting scruffy ’round the ears.
He hadn’t had a decent cut
in over twenty years.
He’d heard about a barber
who was recommended by
another headless horseman,
so he thought him worth a try.
He tied his horse outside the shop
on Second Avenue,
went in and asked the barber
for a shave and a shampoo.
He said, “I’d like my hair cut short,
but leave some length in back.
I’ll need a dandruff treatment, too.
I’m fond of wearing black.”
The headless horseman thought a bit
before instructing him,
“And then if time allows it, sir,
my moustache needs a trim.”
He left there feeling confident
at quarter after one.
He turned and told the barber,
“I’ll be back here when you’re done.”
--SooMin--May, 1, 2008
Swimming in the swimming pool is were I like to "B"
Wearing underwater goggles so that I can "C"
Yesterday before I swam I drank a cup of "T"
Now the pool is just an "ool'
Because I took a "P"
--Maddy's sister May 1
Come See The Thing
Come see the thing that dad has caught,
OH yuck!...Don't even bother,
It is not dead as dad thought,
And we are minus father,
--Maddy May 1
Basketball's My Favorite Sport
Basketball's my favorite sport,
I dribble up and down the court,
The ball goes bouncing off my toes,
and beans the teacher in the nose,
He stumbles back and grabs his nose,
He hits the wall and down he goes,
The other players stop and stare,
They've never heard the teacher swear,
With no one playing anymore,
I grab the ball I shoot I score,
I love this game it's so much fun,
The teacher cried but hey.. WE WON!!!
--Maddy's sister May 1
Miraculous Mortimer
Miraculous Mortimer (master magician)
has sawn his assistant in two,
He can't recall how to reverse her condition-
Has anyone here any glue????
--Maddy May 1
My Sister is a Sissy
My sister is a sissy,
she's afraid of dogs and cats,
A toad can give her tantrums,
And she's terrified of rats,
she screams at things with stingers,
Things that buzz and things that crawl,
Just the shadow of a spider
sends my sister up the wall.
A lizard makes makes her shiver,
and a turtle makes her squirm,
she positively cringes,
at the prospect of a worm,
she's afraid of things with feathers,
She's afraid of things with fur,
she's scarred of almost everything-
How come I'm scared of her?????
--Maddy may 1
Something Silky
Something Silky, scarcely there,
ghostly and Diaphanous,
stole our socks and underwear,
and a ghastly laugh on us!
--Maddy may 1
I'd Never Dine on Dinosaurs
I'd never dine on dinosaurs,
they can't be good to eat,
for all they've got are lots of bones,
and not a bit of meat.
--Maddy May 1st
A Brat
into
There was a cat,
Who licked my mat
I called him a brat,
So he ate my pet rat
Now I call him Hattie,
Because he loves my,
dog, Mattie.
~Sung Hwan~ May 2nd, 2008
The Titanic
The Wonder Ship,
Was leaving for its first trip.
The iceberg hit Titanic,
Everyone was in a panic.
Titanic is sinking,
People are drowning.
Titanic sunk down into the ocean,
In the water there was a huge explosion.
~Sung Hwan~May 2nd, 2008
Happy Birthday to you
You're hundred and two.
You look like a student
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond you were to come by
one evening when the moon was shining down into my dark home and stand there at the edge of my affection and think, "It's beautiful here by this pond. I wish somebody loved me," I'd love you and be your catfish friend and drive such lonely thoughts from your mind and suddenly you would be at peace, and ask yourself, "I wonder if there are any catfish in this pond? It seems like a perfect place for them.-Vivian-5/3/08
And live in a school.
~Sung Hwan~May 2, 2008
The Scrabble Poem!
Hte Csrabble Opem!
Eht Rcabble Epom!
Eht Ascrbble Mpoe!
Eht Bscrable !poem
Eht Bscrable !poem
Eht Lscrabbe !poem
Eht Escrabbl !poem
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The Scrabble Poem!
--SooMin--June, 19, 2008
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