Ho Ho its Santa.
We don't like you so go home.
Cause we know your fake.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Imagery
A)Fart goes his diaper
B)Gag I gag on his stench
B)Rip I take off his diaper. He's such a wretch.
A)Itch I mumble under my breath.I can't believe I have to change my little brother's pamper.
B)Gag I gag on his stench
B)Rip I take off his diaper. He's such a wretch.
A)Itch I mumble under my breath.I can't believe I have to change my little brother's pamper.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
My poem
I know an old Geezer who's age 2
Who can ride in the bag with flue
I don't know if I'll say
I'll be home for the play
and I'll watch my desert at the zoo.
Who can ride in the bag with flue
I don't know if I'll say
I'll be home for the play
and I'll watch my desert at the zoo.
Imagery
His Imaginary Girl
His imaginary girl would look fine like a bouquet of flowers
His imaginary girl would smell like a barrel of perfume
His girl would feel like a never ending pillow made of angel feathers
His girl sound like a beautiful Siren when she sings
And when you see his girl you'll say DAG!
SHE'S A PERFECT IMAGINARY GIRLFRIEND.
His imaginary girl would look fine like a bouquet of flowers
His imaginary girl would smell like a barrel of perfume
His girl would feel like a never ending pillow made of angel feathers
His girl sound like a beautiful Siren when she sings
And when you see his girl you'll say DAG!
SHE'S A PERFECT IMAGINARY GIRLFRIEND.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Jim Crow poem
In the old days whites treated us like dogs
But they were the dogs
They beat our mothers like a punching bag.
but in the end we rule like kings some day.
But they were the dogs
They beat our mothers like a punching bag.
but in the end we rule like kings some day.
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