May PPOW

Friends

Friends bring you hope,

so you don't use that rope.

Some are short,

but their not good on the court.

Some are tall,

they are good for ball.

Some are blind,

but also kind.

Friends are fun,

like the summer sun.

Friends are like family.

Family are like friends.

Random

I have a cat,

we dress him like a bat,

he likes to play with my hat,

he is really fat,

he likes to use the facebook chat.

The cat said, “have a nice day”,

as he walked away.

He was kicked out of the house that he would stay,

therefore he just became a stray,

they put him out there because he didn’t know how to obey.

Now he eats out of the trash,

as he’s covered in ash,

he doesn’t have any cash,

and now he is starting to get some diaper rash,

he was walking along and found a puddle and took a splash.

He was wet and cold,

the next day in enrolled,

he enrolled into a school that was made of gold,

but when he walked in the school he found potato mold.

After school was over he went home,

at his home he found foam,

and it looked like Rome,

it looked like a dome.

He went to his bed,

and he read,

it was about a person selling a sled,

she went to that person and pled,

he pled that he could have that sled,

that was red,

the man had dreads,

and he worked at Fred’s,

he had a big head,

he had a son named Ed,

his head was shaved.

He was brave,

to meet a stray cat named Steve.

When I left I took cash from them,

when I left it was 12 a.m.

he saw a random person and he yells, “ SMACK CAM!”

I am in the mood for ham,

the next thing I remember is my alarm.

So I went for a walk,

I walked all around the block,

I had a feeling that I was being stalked,

so I walked back to my house and the door was locked.

I didn’t have the key,

and I got stung by a bee,

I  didn’t have glee,

so I ran up a tree,

I got stuck `till three,

I jumped and hurt my knee,

I saw my uncle Lee.

We went for a run,

so I put my hair in a bun,

there was a guy with a gun,

I saw my first bull run,

I ate a sticky bun.

But I’m still a stray,

as the sky turned grey,

today was a good day,

I can’t wait for field day.

April PPOW

Life

Life is weird;

Life is stupid.

Life is crazy;

Life is funny.

Life is sad;

Life brings you hope.

Life brings you tears;

Life brings you friends.

Life brings to fear;

Life brings success.

Life brings failure;

Life brings peace.

Life brings hated;

Life brings happiness.

Life brings war;

Life is all about the people around you.

Friendship

Friendship is one of the little things in life;

Someone hurts you they have your back.

When your having a bad day;

They’ve got your back.

They are always there for you when you need them to be.

They are there day and night.

Your friends will never leave you hanging.

Family

Family isn’t just about getting along.

Its not just about being together;

Its not just about living together;

Its not just about seeing them all the time.

Its about the love that we share;

Love is the what brings a family closer together.

Sports

Some are fun;

Some are boring.

Some are hard;

Some are easy.

But sports are sports;

and like Jordan always says “ball is life.”

Food

Food is good;

Food is bad.

Some foods are sweet;

Some are salty.

Some are biter;

But food is food.

Music

Music is a way people get happy;

Music is sad but it is there.

Music is there when no one else is;

It is the only thing people will listen too.

Music gives people power;

Music gives people inspiration.

Music is the inspiration this world needs.

The World

This is a cruel world;

This world is nice.

Also mean;

This world is loving.

also hated;

This world needs to grow up

But it never will.

Maycee is the Best

Maycee is my best friend;

We have our ups and downs.

But that never changes anything;

Maycee is a very fun person to be around.

She is crazy, weird, and we both have dumb ideas.

I’m so glad that I’m friends with Maycee.

This poem is not the best;

It is not great.

It’s not the worst thing I ever wrote;

But this poem in a way makes sense.

This poem is for my friends and family;

Here is my poem hope you liked it.

Bad Poetry

Bad Poetry

This poem is not a success,

at least I can confess,

That this is causing me stress,

Oh, this poem is not a success.

Poems are not that easy,

but some say it’s breezy.

I think it’s quite cheesy,

I think I may need to sneezy.

I am going to go take a nap,

as I put on my cap,

and I lay down with my cat, Snap.

And when I woke up, I started to rap,

Then I’m just like, what up chap!

I’m going to walk down the street with glee,

As  I said, “What up Steve?”

I am going to the store,

As I walk through the door.

I laid on the floor,

someone said, “Look at the dork!”

I think I should go by some pork,

I shall eat it with a fork.

As I am walking to the meat,

I see someone I shall greet.

His name was Pete.

He was so upbeat.

He was an athlete.

When I looked outside, it was starting to sleet,

so I ran to my car,

and I kicked a jar.

It went pass the bar,

the guy by my car wanted to spar,

so I hit him with my guitar.

I was driving, and I saw a homeless guy,

So I gave him a pie.

Then he started to fly,

As I look at the sky,

I waved goodbye.

I got back inside my car,

and did not go far.

It was getting dark,

as I passed the park,

and I saw my friend Mark.

As I got to my house, I drove into the drive,

but it was only five.

I am walking into my house,

All I see is this person calling me his spouse.

This is my house, get out of here!

I knocked him out.

I looked around to see what he did,

I was so hungry that I made the pork,

and got out my fork.

When the pork was done, I started to eat,

I couldn’t wait to feast.

And the guy called the police.

I had to go to jail,

but I paid my own bail.

I called my friend Dale.

He came and got me, but looked very pale.

When we were driving, he threw up in a pail,

and I yelled airmail!

As I jumped from the car,

I was walking on the streets all alone,

I came to a thrown,

Then I got crown,

and I was queen.

and I was a teen,

But I wasn’t very clean,

and found a cute pair of jeans.

I was a size fourteen,

some say that I was mean.

I am only sixteen,

so I put on some sunscreen,

Because I had way too much caffeine,

I had to go to the hospital.

I was not very fateful,

I died right then and there, in April!

The Taxi Ride

I love taking the taxi when I go to my grandma’s and grandpa’s. I just love looking out the window, and when we go on the bridge, I always look out on to the water. I know almost all of the people who drive the taxis. They always know where I want to go as well. Oh, I almost forgot, my name is Alex; I’m a 10 year old girl. You're probably asking yourself, what is a 10 year old doing riding in a taxi all by herself?

        Well here’s the thing my mom and dad died when I was about five or so, I can’t really remember, so I have been living with my grandpa and grandma ever since then. My mother’s name was Mary, and my father’s name was Steven. They both die in the same car crash and here’s what had happened. My mom and dad were on their way to the store when a semi came around the corner and hit them.

        I was just getting out of school when I was walking to the taxi stop with some of my friends when we heard a loud scream from over on the playground. We dropped our bags to see what happened.

        “Just another kid who fell off of the swings again.” Jane said to Stacy and I.

We walked back to the taxi stop to find that all of our things were missing.

        “Well this is just great, someone took all of our stuff. Our homework was in their, my money, but mostly our homework.” Stacy was saying

        “Would you stop thinking about homework for like one minute? We have to find out where all of our things are.” I said looking straight at Stacy.

        They were looking for there things for about an hour and a half but they couldn’t find anything. Then Stacy was walking around the corner to see a guys dressed on all white with their things. I was thinking why would someone take our things and be dressed in all white, its just like why?

        “Hey you, give us back are things,” yelled Jane.

        “Oh, hello girls my name is private investigator Jones, and here you may have your things back.”

        “Why did you take our things in the first place? Did we do anything wrong?” ask Stacy.

        “No you haven’t done anything bad yet,” answered Jones.

        “What do you mean but yet?”

        “What I meant was you haven’t made any bad choices yet but you will in the near future.”

Stacy walked over to the man in white and grabbed their things and runs back to the other girls. She hands them their things.

        “Why are you looking through our things?” I asked

        “Like I said before to see if you have made any bad…”

        “Our parents sent him because they don't trust us!” exclaimed Jane.

        “No, your parents didn’t send me, I was sent by the state to look at you girls for any strange activate.” said Jones

        “But what would the state want with us?” I asked

        “Alex, do you remember when your parents died in that car crash?” Jones asked

        “Yes, what about it?” I answered

        “Your parents aren’t died there alive. We had to make a way for them to never be seen again so we…”

        “You thought by them “dying” they could become a private investigator and be it would be easier for them to not be seen. Am I right? I asked

        “Yes, that is correct.”

        “Does that me she is a private investigator too?” Jane asked

        “Yes that is right,” Jones, continued, “We have to get you back to base, hurry!”

        They were heading back to base, but there was a problem. They took a cab, but I didn’t know who the driver was, and I’ve never seen him before ever. He was an older man maybe in his late 30s or younger 40s, It was to hard to tell. I didn’t feel like I could trust him therefore I didn’t want to get into the car.

Jones stepped out and said “Why aren’t you getting in the car?”

She looked at me with a weird face, as in the face your mom would give you if did something stupid.

“I don’t feel like I can trust him, I just have a bad feeling about this whole thing.” I answered

And I was right.

To Be Continued….