A birthday poem for my mother...

A birthday poem for my mother:

Happy birthday! Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday!

Cha-cha-cha!

Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday!

Cha-cha-cha!

THE END.

For: My Mother, who deserves to have a birthday poem writen for her.

Gotta write...

I gotta write something!
What should I write? Not a poem, not a sloem, and I don't even know what a sloem is! I guesse a sloem is just a fig-newton of my imagination! Biscuit! Plaster! Help, my biscuit is bleeding, hand me a plaster! Did you knoooooowww.....I'm just gonna write and write whatever comes into my head....If I don't know what to write I will repeat repeat repeat repeat....Raspebby! Oops! I mean raspberry! I like Rasberrys, and nectarines, and I need to do my teeth, and also peaches and cold juicy green apples....Are you getting hungry? 'Caus I am, and y'know what? I'm gonna ........Gonna gonna gonna gonna gonna happy hoppy ewastreeree whatever! Should I correct my splelling mistakes? I think not! Hmph! Well I never! My, aren't weeeee clever! Hey! This is kinda poetic and goodishlike! I fink i'm almost finito!

Okay....Okay...calm down now...okay.....DONE!

TEacHErZ

What is a teacher?
A green bug-eyed creature?
A teacher is someone who gives you respect.

What is a teacher?
And how do you reach her?
A teacher is someone with whom you connect.

What is a teacher?
She sits on the bleachers,
And cheers you for what you are, not what you do.

What is a teacher?
Not some "special feature"
She models your life, and help you be you!

Ice cream nost-it-potes

smelly seasons go past feet
and settings change
the size of their lead
goes snicker-snack
repeating for the cheese
which hop all day
under the shade of the bong-bong tree
lamp-post soup
lamp-post soup
flying sofa duck-duck

dop

bop dop pop mop the lop drop cop nop whop top sop gop hop jop kop aop bop

It's snowing, i'm glowing.

I love the snow, unfortunatly we don't realy get much snow here in Vancouver, maybe once or twice a year. And certainly not like this! Big White fluffy flakes twirling and swirling and dizzyingly falling onto our noses and our gardens. Perfect yards, a white winter wonderland, let's just hope we get this kind of stuff on christmas. School may not get cancelled by four centimetres of snow, but it sure makes school more interesting!
I quote a poem from an archie comic book I read sometimes:

Snow, snow, glorious snow
sparkeling snowflakes that shimer and glow,
snow, snow, I love you so!

Arg!Aah!Youch!
Ouch!Eee!Aye!Ooo!
Wowee!Eeek!
Wah!Boo-hoo!
Urg!Snifle!Yelp!
Oog!Oh-no!
Thats what I say when I stub my toe!

i'm a poet and i didn't even know it

I can always find a palindrome, I’ll bet you my last dime,
Like dad, and mom, and race car, but I can never find a rhyme!

Alliterations are easy to say, Larry loves luscious limes,
I can even talk a tough tongue twister but I can’ find any rhymes!

I’m even such a failure I might as well be a mime,
It would be a disgrace to say anything if you couldn’t say it in rhyme!

If I could find a rhyme for silver, that would be sublime!
I can’t rhyme orange or purple, so just face it, I can’t rhyme!

I just can’t! I can’t rhyme the words climb crime or slime,
Wait…who am I kidding, I’ve been rhyming this whole time!

something about something

This, is something about something...or something, and something is something to write.

You can say millions of things about something, and to a writers delight...

If you feel the need to write about something there's ALLWAYS something to say,

And maybe NOT to a READER'S delight you can talk about something all day!

Cows

I like cows, and...yeah! I like them...Soooo...Read what I have to say about cows...yeah!Okay,so...uhhhh...Cows...Are...Splotchy, yes!, Splochy!
Cows are splotchy,
what rhimes with splotchy?...Boccie, like... boccie ball!

Cows are splochy,
and I like to play boccie ball!...No! this is useless, I give up! I think i'll write something about something or something...
Whatever!

A pool full of noodles

If I had one wish,
then that wish would be,
a pool full of noodles,
a macaronie sea,
to squelche through my toes,
all squishy and wet,
all mooshy and gooshy and still better yet,
I'll add cheese and alfredo sauce,
tomato sauce to!
If I had one wish thats what I would do!

You can't take back words
but you can change them
you can miss use them
you can re-use them
you can over use them
you can even change the letters around
and make words up
but you can't take them back
so use them properly
or don't use them at all....or....just a little!

Well, that's what mistress manners says, anyway!