I wrote this one night with my brother because I was bored out of my mind. I wanted to write a poem that rhymed the whole way through, so first we came up with a list of words that rhymed and then we put them in poem form. Here it is. (The title is my brother's idea)
Adventures of a Skeletair
By Morgan and Matt Kessler
Don�t you dare
touch my hair.
Do you think I don�t care?
I�ll smack you on your derriere.
You�ll respond with a glare.
Then you�ll shout, �It�s not fair!�
As you squish a rotted pear.
Then our souls we will bare
As we write like Moliere.
Our suffering we will share
During which we will swear.
When we realize we have nair,
We�ll use it on our polar bear,
While he rests in his lair,
Fit for any millionaire.
Our polar bear, we will scare,
Making him very aware
That we use our nair with flair.
He will eat us over there.
But he will think we are too rare,
So then he�ll fling us on a chair
And make us listen to Cher.
We�re so scared, we send up a flare,
It goes high up into the air.
In fact, we decide to send a pair.
At the flares, we will stare
And we find that I am the heir
Of that violent polar bear.
He will give me his clothes to wear,
But in one of them is a tear
Caused earlier by a mare.
I like cheese.