Poems

Poems!

I Am Poop

I am poop.
I see a toliet.
I fear of going down the toliet.
I hope I do not go down the toliet.
I am poop.

I am brown.
I think I will go down the toliet.
I cry for going down the toliet.
I touch water.
I am big and some time I am little,

I am one of the smelliest things in the world.
I try not to go down the toliet.
I pretend to be a log.
I say I am a log.
I am lonely.

Categories: Poems, Podcasts, That's Weird, Grandma, TWG 06-07, Other Venues, Wilmette 2007
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My Childhood

Me Me Me Me
I am an only child
It is hard to be alone
But I get through it
I like to play by myself, sometimes,
But the best thing about it is that
I can have my own room
And it is kinda fun.

Categories: True Stories, Poems, Songs, That's Weird, Grandma, TWG 06-07, Other Venues, TOTL 2006
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In The Middle

Being in the middle is hard
I hate getting beat up by my big brother
And annoyed by my little brother
And always messed with
Sometimes my little brother
Messes up my room
Sometimes
My big brother tears up my posters
So I have to go to the store and buy another one.
I don’t like being in the middle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When my mom goes out
My little and big brothers toture me.
Middle
Middle
Middle
Middle
Middle
Middle
Middle
Middle
I don’t like being in the middle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Categories: True Stories, Poems, Songs, That's Weird, Grandma, TWG 05-06, TWG 06-07, Other Venues, TOTL 2006
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I Am Foggylogg With a Long Tail

I am Foggylogg with a long tail.
I see big birds with purple dots.
I fear lava with jello in it.
I hope one day I can be a fly eater
I am Foggylogg

I am Biggligg Fogglogg’s sister
I think I should fly with birds with purple dots
I cry when Fogglogg eats bugs
I touch anthing nastey
I am Biggligg, Fogglogg’s sister

I am Coggfogg, Fogglogg’s brother
I try to talk to them
I pretend to be a monster
I say to them everyday I love you
I am Coggfogg, Fogglogg’s Biggligg’s brother

Categories: Poems, Songs, That's Weird, Grandma, TWG 06-07
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Barbecued Chicken

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If you ever run into
a piece of barbecued chicken
run away as fast as you can to China.
If you get tired on the way
take a plane. If they give it to
you on the plane, start a food
fight. It will be fun. Just
make sure no one throws it
back at you. Then get off the
airplane and make hotel reservations.
Enjoy China, but remember
barbecued chicken is evil.

Categories: Poems, That's Weird, Grandma, TWG 06-07
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