There once was a turtle named Bill
who went on top of a hill
he saw two hungry eyes
and a bald eagle cry
now he’s stuffed up at the store called Goodwill
Boone Elementary
3rd
your vision, your voice
There once was a turtle named Bill
who went on top of a hill
he saw two hungry eyes
and a bald eagle cry
now he’s stuffed up at the store called Goodwill
Boone Elementary
3rd
My cat has a hat
Even though it’s quite hat
I call it a plate,
Because it’s really quite straight
He says it looks cool
When he jumps in the pool
Ohh sure,
He’s SOOOO mature
He’s only three,
He can’t even climb a tree!
My cat has a hat.
Boone Elementary
3rd
Unique as a magical fairy
Never not opera singing with pigs
Interested in rainbow poop
Creates worlds of cotton candy
On rainbows dancing
Resting on a rainbow
Not just a horse with a carrot on its head
Boone Elementary
3rd
The revenge of the chickens
I ate some chicken soup
And a chicken ice cream scoop
Saw a set of angry eyes
Two wings that don’t fly
I now rest in a chicken coop
Boone Elementary
3rd
Next time before you drink
You should stop and think!
Water got EVERYWHERE!
My nose,
My toes,
My eyes,
My hair.
It started with a sploosh
And ended with a splash
But instead of stopping to think,
I blanked out and dashed.
Boone Elementary
3rd
Ssshhhh he’s coming
A big ugly monster
We don’t want him to find us so be quiet
Ssshhhh he’s near
Be still and quiet
We don’t want him to eat us so be quiet
Ssshhhh he’s right here
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! HE’S GOING TO EAT US!!!
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Blanton Elementary School
3rd
I’m like this she’s like that
she like this I like that
when I suggest a game
she says no let’s play tag
I say no thanks
We are all different
Blanton Elementary School
3rd
Me and her are 2 good friends
Me and her like the same things
Me and her are always together
We are never separate
We are 2 good friends
Blanton Elementary School
3rd
Wind is great
I love wind
I let my hair blow
I let my heart flow
And I let the wind
Go
Blanton Elementary School
3rd
Walking down the aisle
Lowered eyes
Bent heads
Tears fall
But we don’t bother
To wipe them up
We walk back
To the part that I dread
Because they always say the same thing-
That they’re sorry, but it’ll be okay
I believe them,
That it will be okay
But for now it’s not
I’m not
We go back to the house
Empty when we’re not there
But one by one we go
Leaving it like a graveyard-
Too quiet, too lonely, too cold
Not right
Not like before
O Henry Middle School
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