In life,
There is a maze,
It might raze,
And it might raise,
But no matter what,
It will always rot,
But it will,
Still,
Go on,
Having pros and cons,
Ups and downs,
Ravines and mounds,
Valleys, mountains and all sort of things,
Maybe even,
Wedding rings,
But your life,
May have its strife,
I don’t know,
But I can show,
That its up to you,
So stop reading this,
And put on your shoes,
Start living.
The bird,
Flies through the sky,
Its Wings spread out wide,
It doesn’t need a ride,
For the ride it has,
Is itself,
And nothing better,
It could even send letters,
To people here,
And people there,
With lots of care,
And if anyone dare,
Come in his way,
He will give them,
A quite day!
For he’s on the flag,
And can strangle a snake,
But he prefers fish,
From the lake.
The bird,
Flies through the sky,
Its wings spread out wide,
It doesn’t need a ride,
For the ride it has,
Is itself,
And nothing better.
The rabbit runs through the woods,
The dog runs after the rabbit in the woods,
They run over hills,
They run into chills,
They run through meadows,
With treasures galore!
They run into some trouble,
Who scares them with a “ROAR”.
Yet they will keep going,
Over the hills and the streams,
They steer themselves in any direction,
That they choose,
After all,
They have nothing to lose.
But,
No matter where they go,
They always end up,
In the wood,
Because,
Life says they should.
The boat,
Does not flow in a moat,
Instead it’s in the harmful sea,
More dangerous than a bee.
The waters here are choppy and can kill,
And beneath there is more danger still.
From Sharks to Seals,
Who are looking for meals,
To pirates and killers whales,
(and not just the males),
And then you see land,
And jump on the sand,
Only to be burnt by the sun,
Which is not fun.
Then in the night,
You will not be all right,
For you will freeze,
And then sneeze,
Because you will fall sick,
And you will have to be bold,
Because pirates have come to bury their gold.
You see the pirates leave,
And dig up the gold,
You take it to London,
And hope it won’t mold,
But the original owners,
Spot you with it,
And guards lock you up,
In a big tower,
Where you can’t take,
A well deserved shower.
In the tower,
You stay and cower,
And you cry,
And stay still,
And die.
It is Veterans Day,
So we say,
The pledge of allegiance,
In the gym,
For people who risk their lives,
Whether their doing dives,
Or walking through rains,
They all have,
An important job,
The Veterans save people,
Who might not have saved them.
The Veterans have kept us safe,
And we are very lucky to have them.
Dad’s birthday card poem
You were born on this day,
So I say “HOORAY”!
Because you are my dad,
Which is really rad,
If you were not,
I would be sad,
Which would make people mad,
So thank you for being my PAPA!
STEALING
There was a crook,
Who stole a book,
Which was the monster book of monsters,
It chomped off his hand,
He ran away from the land,
To a place full of sand,
Where there was no water.
When he came out,
There wasn’t a doubt,
The monster had gone away,
The thief learned his lesson.
He packed his case,
And moved to a faraway place,
And never stole again.
BORED
As my mind is bored,
I can’t rhyme,
Which I know is a crime,
But my thoughts are worth a dime,
Sadly though,
I just can’t rhyme!
Am I waiting to get older,
Maybe to get a little colder,
Am i waiting to get hot,
Maybe not.
I’ve started to walk,
There’s no point to talk,
Or to sing,
About a pointless thing,
That would make my ears ring.
Here I shall stop,
Beside the seashore,
Where the seas roar.
It gave me a shock,
When a wave crashed on a rock.
I walked to the rock,
But slipped and fell,
At that moment,
I did not feel well,
I fell into the icy -cold water,
I saw something move in the dark,
I hoped it wasn’t a shark.
A wave threw me back on land,
Onto some yellow sand.
Now I’m waiting,
Not to get old,
And I’m already cold.
The sun provides heat,
And I don’t want to eat.
Here I am,
Laying on the ground,
Looking around,
Waiting for something to happen.
All the kids in 4th grade,
Depart during summer break.
But once they get to 5th grade,
They’ll have a chance to bake.
Because while you’re in 5th grade,
You’ll just have it made.
You’ll go back in time,
To wars and Great Depressions,
And when you’re done with that,
I’d just love to see your expressions.
First comes Outdoor Ed,
Then the pancake breakfast,
Where you will be nice and fed.
Finally, the Peterson Pride award,
For only the best.
But don’t worry,
They’re only as good as the rest.
5th grade looks like a fun year,
Where you’ll be like a spring deer,
Which is why Im not shy,
To say good bye.
Because you’ll be late for summer break,
(And I’m out of paper.)
Welcome to the world of bugs,
Over here, there are no hugs.
In this world of assassination,
You will never get a vacation.
And if you were a may fly,
You would quickly die.
While bees pollinate from flower to flower,
Venus flytraps love to devour,
And ants just hate to take a shower.
Rhino beetles are really strong,
But if spiders tried to fly, they would come down with a “bong”!
Which is why they make spider webs,
To catch a poor fly’s legs.
Female praying mantis ain’t love bugs,
They’ll kill their mate,
And won’t be late, to have him as a meal,
Not caring how he’d feel.
As army ants marched through the trees,
Bees fly overhead,
And centipedes crawl out of the ground,
As if they were the walking dead.
Water spiders will make a home bubble
And go to make some trouble.
When they come back they’ll have a feast.
Wait, we forgot a beast!
It has thick armour,
And a sting.
With piercing claws
And terrifying jaws,
It’s the scorpion!
Welcome to the world of bugs,
Over here, there are no hugs.
SHANT ATMAN 