My dogs are mean
They get in my toys
My dogs are mean
They rip up my toys
My dogs are mean
They chase my cat
But my cat…
Is really fat
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My dogs are mean
They get in my toys
My dogs are mean
They rip up my toys
My dogs are mean
They chase my cat
But my cat…
Is really fat
My dog has a bad habit.
He always falls.
He trips on his toys.
And he walks into walls.
My dog has another bad habit.
He likes to dig holes.
Every time he does it, he gets in trouble.
Now there is nothing in his bowls.
My dog has a third bad habit.
He likes to climb the wall.
But when he doesn’t pay attention,
He ends up with a big fall.
My dog has a fourth bad habit.
He digs into the trash.
When he gets in trouble,
He runs in a dash.
Oh My! Oh My! I hope I’m steady.
My hands are wet and my feet are sweaty.
I’m shivering. I’m shaking.
I’m making commotion in my head.
I really really want to lay in my bed.
I feel fooled because I’m in school.
I hope I nail it instead of fail it.
I look out of the window and see
The world doesn’t look how it used to be
It’s clear and white
So I put on my warm boots and rush
outside on my pathway
there is ice on my pathway
These is the tiniest bit of snow.
I have a pond in a bucket, it’s frozen and thick.
Throughout the day the ice melted and so did the snow
but the lily pond stayed frozen.
Also as my friend told me
It might freeze again tonight.
So maybe Just maybe
I can wake up
and I will see the snow
and ice again.
In the front yard I cartwheel
and dance and feel the morning dew.
My feet get soaking wet.
With every step I take
my feet get colder and wetter.
I could just go inside the warm warm house
but I won’t
because when I come inside
I won’t get to do this again for a long time
So I will keep on cartwheeling and dancing.
me ahead of the group
me who gets there first
me me me
me who makes everything right
But why I wonder why is it always me?
Why can’t others be
the ones ahead of the group, who gets there first?
Why can’t others make everything right?
My little sister, the cutest little brat
She knows she’s “the boss” and that is that!
Yelling, screaming, drama queening
No matter what, she’s got “her” plan!
Stars shimmer above my head.
Mother sends me off to bed.
I close my eyes,
Dream of starry skies.
Beautiful flowers,
Away fly the hours.
I’m running fast.
Free at last.
Kiker
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Darkness
Pooling around my feet.
Filling the empty space.
I can see nothing,
Hear nothing.
Silences.
Unbroken forever more.
No sound,
No sound at all.
Fear.
Clutching me in its cold grasp.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Cold and gripping.
They restrained me,
They held me back.
They dug into my wrists,
They pained my ankles.
They kept me locked away.
Chains.
Horrible, awful chains.
They guard me day and night.
Strong and sturdy,
Cold and gripping.