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| Poetry and Short Stories |
| Poetry It's snot going away. It seems that you will never leave. It seems you're here to stay. It seems you found your home. And you won't seem to go. No matter how hard I try it seems you won't go. It seems that you found a new place in my nose. And I blow. And I blow. And I blow. But you won't seem to go. Now it seems you found a new place to hide in my throat. I coughed up my spleen but you didn't budge, oh no. Will you ever leave? Just wait until I sneeze. And I blow. And I blow. And I blow. But you won't seem to go. Flem and snot have become a part of my life. It's something I can't leave behind. Where one goes down two more take it's place. This is my fate. So I scream with a raspy voice. Leave now. Have I made my point? And I blow. And I blow. And I blow. But you won't seem to go! Eat Glue I just tasted glue. It the best thing since velcro shoes. I am a preschooler. A kindergarten ruler. I have a thermos in my lunch box. It's there to keep my soup hot. I fell of the monkey bars. For a moment, I saw stars. Give me PB&J or go away. There is nothing I can't do today. My kindergarten teacher's hair is turning blue. I guess that's what happens when you're 202. We all take a nap. Then it's back to class. Read a book about green eggs and ham. And sing Mary had a little lamb. Playin' Red Rover. It's my time to come over. Recess is coming my way. There is nothing I can't do today. Some say it's time to grow up. But I say I haven't had enough. Some say I spent to much time in this school. But I say I'm only 32. Give me PB&J or go away. There is nothing I can't do today. Recess is coming my way. There is nothing I can't do today. Short Stories O Sploding Night. It was a dark and smelly night. I just finished several bean burritos and my colon was celebrating Cinco De Mayo. It was then I saw the ghost of Regis Philbin. Which is weird because Regis isn't dead. Anywho, he was rambling on about who knows what. So, I yelled, "Shut your yapper you hyperactive monkey." It was then I realized the gas to the stove had been leaking for several hours. I had to be careful because even the smallest spark caused by friction could cause the whole place to explode. It was then I remembered the beans. I also realized I was sitting on a metal chair. I tried to hold it in, but it was no use. I ripped one louder than the shot heard round the world. And I sploded my self. |