Category: 03rd

Hip-hop-hip-hip-hop.
Tapping my fingers to the beat.
Doin’ my own dance, my own way.
I’m turning around touchin’ the ground, like 1, 2, 3.
Turning the radio to my own beat.
Feeling free!

 

In January I love jumping on my trampoline, and
I feel scared that I’m going to fly out of the trampoline if I jump too high.
I feel the coldness swell up on my feet.
I feel exhausted when I keep jumping, jumping and jumping.
And I feel happy when all my friends and family are jumping with me
On my trampoline in January.

 

I don’t want to play with goop.
I don’t want to lick ice cream.
I don’t want to slurp my soup.
I don’t want to roll on the carpet.
I don’t want to hit a puppy.
I don’t want to give you a hug.
I don’t want to play my drum,
I don’t want to hum.

 

Animals have many different traits.
Animals can be small or big,
smart, or not.
They are very fascinating.
Warm or cold-blooded,
they can do many magnificent things,
good or bad,
wonderful, or not.
Animals are very amazing creatures.
As big as an elephant or as small as a mouse,
either way, I like them all.

 

I watched a scary movie,
so I had scary dreams,
but I’m not sure what nightmares are.

Are they a mix of scary and happy?
Are they sad?
Maybe glad?
I do wonder what they are.

Maybe I’ll ask
my bro or sis,
but how should they know?
I wish I knew.

I asked my dad.
He said they are scary dreams.
I should have guessed
that I knew that all along.

 

My life is cool, not cool blood it
My life has a dog in it, he bit me
My life has a family.

My life has a beautiful thing in it.
My life is very good.
My life is awesome, I’mm doing fun things.

My life has me in it.
My life has a house in it.
My life is good.

 

I wish my dog could fly
that’s why I named her Butterfly.
Sometimes we go on walks, but all she does is talk and talk.
She talks alot, like my sister, but
that’s because I miss her.
My dog is such a clutz,
But I love my dog so much.

 

Back in 1992,
when I was 2,
I liked the color blue.

I had a friend named Lou.
We both liked the color blue.
His name was Lou, my name was Hue.

So that’s what happened in 1992.

 

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
tell me what is best of all.
I should think that you should not,
I do not know what I have thought.

Being tight is not so right,
You and I have little light.

 

Flash runs in a dash,
he can never catch a rash.
Flash is very cute,
but he is mute.
Flash like’s milk
and his purr is like silk.
Flash chases mice,
but he is very nice.
Flash is always on my street,
but he is very sweet.
He always does tricks,
but he is never sick.
And that’s my very brave
and beautiful Flash.