Violets are red,
Roses are blue.
I have too go to the bathroom
Flowers bloom in the winter
And
Die in the spring.
Please tell me whats wrong here
I beg of thee.
If you do know what wrong here leave me a comment about it.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Loud Weasels
I went into the forest one day and I saw a couple of weasels.
These weasels were not any ordinary weasels.
They were LOUD weasels.
They were loud like police sirens whirling through the street.
Loud like a baby screaming at the top of her lungs.
They were loud like opera singers!
I had to cover my ears they were so loud.
I soon ran because I could no longer hear.
I am glad that today I am not deaf.
These weasels were not any ordinary weasels.
They were LOUD weasels.
They were loud like police sirens whirling through the street.
Loud like a baby screaming at the top of her lungs.
They were loud like opera singers!
I had to cover my ears they were so loud.
I soon ran because I could no longer hear.
I am glad that today I am not deaf.
Inside a Guitar
Inside a guitar lay cords never before been played.
Cords that taste like pineapple ice cream which is tart like a war head.
Cords that carry around a room like waves bouncing to the beach and back to the ocean.
But there are more than just cords in a guitar.
There is a city.
A city of picks that have fallen into the guitar.
Picks, triangle like the point of a house.
They are carefully discussing how they will make the unknown cords known.
They are like little businessmen.
This is what I see inside a guitar.
Cords that taste like pineapple ice cream which is tart like a war head.
Cords that carry around a room like waves bouncing to the beach and back to the ocean.
But there are more than just cords in a guitar.
There is a city.
A city of picks that have fallen into the guitar.
Picks, triangle like the point of a house.
They are carefully discussing how they will make the unknown cords known.
They are like little businessmen.
This is what I see inside a guitar.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Bob got his license!!!
I just got my license!!!
WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP!!!
Maybe I should get a car before I start driving.
Yeah that would be a good idea.
Hey look there's one right there!!!
Wow, this is a done cool car right here.
Golly oh poop, there's no key!
I guess I'll just have to use my paper clip.
Oh, I better hurry, I think the owner of this cool car is coming out!
There, I got it.
O.K. here we go!!! zoooom zzzooom zoooooom.
Now I can go home and tell my mommy I got my license!!!
THE END!!!
WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP!!!
Maybe I should get a car before I start driving.
Yeah that would be a good idea.
Hey look there's one right there!!!
Wow, this is a done cool car right here.
Golly oh poop, there's no key!
I guess I'll just have to use my paper clip.
Oh, I better hurry, I think the owner of this cool car is coming out!
There, I got it.
O.K. here we go!!! zoooom zzzooom zoooooom.
Now I can go home and tell my mommy I got my license!!!
THE END!!!
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Toothy Ruthie The Dog
This is a photo of Toothy Ruthie.
Toothy Ruthie had the biggest, shiniest, and toothiest smile any one could want.Every day she woke up with a smile and every night she slept with the same smile on her shiny black fur.
She never stopped smiling and she always made people happy when they saw her.
the end.
Friday, February 29, 2008
The Sick Giraffe Named Frank
Once there was a giraffe named Frank.
Frank never went outside because he thought he would get some kind of sickness,
worse than the one he already had!
Frank thought he had some sort of sickness because he had brown spots all over him!
He thought it was brown chicken pox (even though he didn't know what that was).
So Frank's life wasn't fun, or silly, it was just boring.
Frank never went outside because he thought he would get some kind of sickness,
worse than the one he already had!
Frank thought he had some sort of sickness because he had brown spots all over him!
He thought it was brown chicken pox (even though he didn't know what that was).
So Frank's life wasn't fun, or silly, it was just boring.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
The Racing Turtle Named Bob
The Dancing Bunny Named Phil
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