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One day I took McFat,
My cat,
Outside.
He rolled down a hill,
Hitting trees against his will.
When he skidded to a stop,
Out came a cop,
With the request I fix that hill.
I worked day and night,
While McFat got in fights,
And now the hill is worse,
Because you can’t fix a mountain.
A fat cat loved to eat.
But there was a problem.
He thought that cat’s would
make fun of him because he was fat.
So he started to deny his food.
So the fat cat got thinner and thinner and thinner.
Until you could see his bons!
So instead of making fun of him because he was fat hey made
fun of him because he was thin.
Roses are red, Roses are red,
Violets are blue, Violets are blue,
Watch out, Don’t eat that!
There’s a tiger behind you! That’s Glue!
Roses are red, Roses are red,
Violets are blue, Violets are blue,
I’m running out of ideas, The tiger is still
What should I do? Chasing me,
I am now it’s food!
Roses are red, Roses are red,
Violets are blue, Violets are blue,
It’s weird in his belly, It was all a dream,
Is that glowing goo? Phew!
A dream is something you imagine.
A dream can come from movies,
pictures, songs and books
when your mind keeps
thinking after you’ve gone to sleep.
A dream can come from a signal
from outer space like a flash of light
but then it’s gone.
A dream can come from the bottom
of the sea where there
are sharks, colorful starfish
and anglerfish with lights on their heads.
Sometimes bad dreams can come from
a land of venomous snakes!
And good dreams can come from Christmas,
Thanksgiving and the last day of school.
Good dreams come from memories
of times with friends and family.
I’m bored.
I want to play video games,
but the game is broken.
I want to use my mom’s phone,
but she’s not home.
I try to play soccer,
but the ball is flat.
I try to watch TV,
but the cable doesn’t work.
I want to play with my dog,
but he’s at the vet.
I want to play with my toys,
but I left them at my grandma’s house.
I want to go to sleep,
but I’m not sleepy.
Finally, it’s night.
I’m still bored.
Wait… I hear a knock at the door. It’s my family!
Home.
A house.
A house where
I’m greeted at the
Door by a
Wagging tail,and
Jumping paws.
A house called home.
A great soaring metal, lifting you cutting through the sky, flying past birds, outrunning everything.
its a plane XD
Mom- The stem, she helps us stay on track to get where we need to go in life
Dad- The outside banana, he protects us from harm and keeps us safe
Me- The inside banana, because I’m the youngest one in the family
Gail- The other inside banana, because she is easily harmed so she stays safe
Adam- The outside banana, because he comforts us, does games with us and brings us places we want to go
Dad—the tallest finger, middle.
Tall and handy,
Smart and strong.
He’s the one who deals with misbehavior.
Maybe one day I’ll be a scientist like him.
Mom—the ring finger.
Kind and helpful,
Caring, works hard.
She’s the one who never misses a school event.
Always there to make a bad day better.
Me—the pointer finger.
Smart and talented,
Awesome but blamy.
When I fight with the Pinky,
I’m like, “HE STARTED IT!”
Luca—the smallest finger, the pinky.
Funny and sensitive,
Impressionable and inquisitive.
He’s the one that always knocks on my door.
When we fight, he yells “IT’S HIS FAULT!”
Kie-Kie—the cat, the thumb.
Fluffy and feisty,
Shy and sweet.
She’s the one who sleeps all day in our rooms.
Purring, playing, cuddling too.
Gonzalez, the hand.
ALL OF US!
I am from color pencils
From markers
And journals full of pictures
I am from 4 rooms and nice friends
I am from cooking meals
From marking the walls with heights
And sinking under the soft blankets after a long day
I am from the trees I climbed
And the plants I grew
I am from going swimming on my birthday
And growing tall
From my amazing mom and beautiful sister
I am from crossing legs and chewing on thing I’m not supposed to
From “Do dishes” and “Sit down”
I am from going to bed and getting up late
I am from stories of my moms childhood
From cake and pie
I am from the soul crunching story of my grandmas stroke
I am from the top of trees,
brownies at Cici’s,
And best friends love.