POETRY PROJECT
Published on Nov 20, 2015
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POETRY PROJECT
We went to an amusement park,
my family and I.
We rode on rides so scary,
I expected I would die.
We rode a roller coaster
called The Homicidal Comet.
It had so many loop-de-loops
it nearly made us vomit.
We rode The Crazed Tornado,
and it jerked us hard and quick.
If it were any longer,
we would certainly be sick.
We rode The Psycho Octopus,
which packed a nasty punch.
I think we’re pretty lucky
that we didn’t lose our lunch.
Text © Ken Nesbitt reprinted from The Aliens Have Landed at Our School!, published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Anne Catharine Blake. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.
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When I went on a camping trip
my father yelled, “PU!
Your socks smell worse than rotten eggs
and worse than doggy poo.”
“You’d better take them off,” he said,
“and wash them in the lake.”
It wasn’t long before I knew
he’d made a big mistake.
The water changed from clear to mud.
Then fumes began to rise.
And soon a cloud of air pollution
covered up the skies.
When bullfrogs started croaking
and ducks began to quack,
some campers started chanting,
“We want our clean lake back!”
I’ve got a couple of dirty socks.
I’m in an awful bind.
I guess I’ll have to bury them.
I hope the worms don’t mind.
Photo by Sergiu Bacioiu
Our center’s nose was runny. Our forwards had the flu.
The guards were feeling funny. That’s why we lost to you.
Your team is overrated. We really didn’t try.
Our coach was constipated. I’m telling you no lie.
Now go and take a shower and hop back on your bus.
You know we’ll beat you next time, so you’d best watch out for us!
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Humpty Dumpty sat on the pot.
Humpty Dumpty tinkled a lot.
Now all the king’s horses
And all the king’s men
Will never dress Humpty in diapers again.
Photo by Pink Sherbet Photography
Peter, Peter, pizza-eater,
How I wish that you were neater.
Half the pizza’s on your shirt.
Clean the mess, or no dessert.
Photo by Darwin Bell
