Whether is during the day or late at night.
Rhyming's fun, it's not hard to do,
I can rhyme all day, maybe you can too!
So here is a page of poems that rhyme,
and don't worry I'll add to it all the time!
There once was a girl named Valerie,
She was a girl with lots of Calories.
She went to the store,
and ate some more,
For food she used all her salary.
I live a life with a name hard to rhyme,
so this poem is said all the time.
My brother used to say it everyday,
and said it in every possible way.
At seven letters my name is quite long,
at some camps it's even a song.
I don't like to rush things and so I set my own pace,
My name's pink in color and cotton candy in taste.
Smelling like roses and chatting away,
Valerie's ready for a challenge alomst everyday.
Easy to pronounce and easy to misspell,
Do you really think Valer-Y can sell?
I've never been given a nickname, well until my sophomore year,
When my theatre teacher called me Val for short, a name I find quite queer.
So I finished him off, Lerie I said,
My freinds soon turned that to Ler-Ler instead.
So that is my nickname, one I dislike,
That's because Valerie's the only name that is tite.
Ler-ler's down there with Val in the way it is said,
Well it's not so bad, I guess, if I were dead.
V-A-L-E-R-I-E
That's the only name I'll ever be.
So now let's sit down and take a rest,
Valerie is the name that'll always be best.
I am equal to everyone in this world,
No one is high up top, yet no one is low.
I am flawless,
No one can tell me otherwise.
I cannot be harmed,
By anyone who chooses to do so.
I am invincible,
No living creature can bring me down.
I love all,
And am loved by many others.
I am not lost,
And when I am, I am found.
It's a nice day today.
The sun shines brightly,
Burning the grass, turning it yellow.
Lucky for me I have the luxury
Of being under a canopy,
The maroon roof shading me
From the blazing sun.
I lie here peacefully,
Enjoying the comfort
Of my family and friends
And the tranquility of the serene evironment
Sister's ironing her white dress
The one she's going to wear to church tomorrow.
Mamma, as usual, is telling us
Another story of her youth.
Cynthia, my best friend,
Is just sitting there quietly.
And I, in my new orange dress,
Am watching the wonders of nature.
Birds building nests,
quirrels chasing heach other,
A rabbit and a deer in the distance.
Papa is sitting in the grass playing with our cat.
He's thinking about how to make more money for our family.
But for me, money's not important.
Just nature.
The peaceful, quiet, nature.
What if he doesn't kiss me at all?
What if he does, but won't give me a call?
Is it possible for me to ruin things to that extent?
Why am I putting myself through this torment?
Actually, you know what, it doesn't matter,
I don'r care is he is or isn't a kisser.
I'm just glad that I get to be here with him
We got to do so much: eat, tan, and swim.
But of course, a kiss would be nice.
I wish he would kiss me, so I could kiss him twice.
Is he leaning in because... Mmmm. Yes that kiss was nice.
What is he going to do next?
Does he think that I look perplexed?
Because if he does, then he knows my thoughts...
But then again, all boys are robots.
When is he going to lean in for a kiss?
What if I try but I completely miss?
Do my hands go in his hair or around his back?
What if they accidentally give him a whack?
Will he kiss me passionate and sweet?
What am I talking about, he's an athlete!
What if aggressive kisses are horrible and bad?
If I'm bad at it, do you think he'll be mad?