Silly Poems
I was over at Deb's one day and I read some poems she wrote in 6th grade and I thought they woule be a perfect addition for this fine site. So after about two months of having these poems lay in my room, I've decided now would be the best time to publish them.
Any compliments or the such about any of these should be sent to Deb Maury [email protected], because, well, she wrote em.
"Lums"
Once upon an exwomnary day
A Lums had seemed to lost it's way.
It wokkled here and wammled there.
I caught a glimpse of it's ugly hair.
It had smippled from the sky,
Landed on the street,
Got ran over by a Snoobus,
And lay spished at my feet.
I spid to get a zamba,
And gently skankled it away.
That was the last I saw of the Lums.
Well, at least for that day.
The next day he was even closer,
This time at my door.
I potched him into a larksard box,
And carried him a mile or more.
Just when I was sure he'd never come back,
Again, there he was.
Then I did an impurasel thing.
I buried him in a kaluz.
And that, I can tell you this is for sure,
Was the end of the Lums.
I've never seen him to this day.
Oh, don't look. Here he comes.
"Dream"
A funny thing happened this morning,
Getting out of bed.
I tripped over a foomus,
And fell straight on my head.
Then I went downstairs,
Where everything was strange.
I had to admit,
I'd never seen such a change!
I wet outside
And the bosh never came.
I fickled back inside.
See, nothing was the same.
I went to get a snack,
But the fridge was upside down.
I opened it anyway
And out hopped a Slown.
It tippled onto my shoulders
And started tumming on my head.
I slowly closed my eyes,
Almost wishing I were dead.
When I opened my eyes,
I was laying on my bed.
My sister had been trying to wake me up
By banging on my head.
"Snoodle-doo"
Way back in the forest
Sitting on a log,
Was a cross between a turtle,
Bunny, and a frog.
It's yellow eyes were boshus
It's green fur- a fright.
It sat there all day,
And even all night.
Though I'm not sure what it's really called,
I might just have a clue,
I don't think it's a snattle,
But a Super Snoodle-doo.
It never moves a muscle,
Doesn't even make a sound.
If it wasn't for me,
It probably wouldn't have been found.
I should have done this sooner-
Got a closer look.
Maybe then I would have realized
That it was only a bush.
"Smippity-it and Smappity-at"
Once there was an odd creature,
The reachous Smippity-it.
He didn't do nothin'
But kommel and spit
Then there was the Smappity-at,
The opposite of the Smippity-it.
He never was mean
And never threw afit.
One wonderful day,
Ther paths crossed.
They had a fight.
The Smappity-at lost.
The Smappity-at was smart,
The Smippity-it not.
No matter how hard he tried,
How hard he thought.
The Smappity-at was skinny,
The Smippity-it fat.
He broke about everything
On which he sat.
The next time they met,
The Smappity-at climbed a tree.
The Smippity-it climbed and fell.
He called, "I'll get you back, you'll see!"
"Staring Contest"
While walking through the forest
One amulant say,
I smappled upon
A woopily-lay.
"Wommily o' tommily,"
I had cried,
As this maquelant creature
I suspiciously eyed.
It started to run,
Climbed up a tree.
I had scared it,
As it had scared me.
It stared at me,
I stared at it.
I wouldn't move,
It wouldn't sit.
This continued
Day after Day,
A staring contest
With a Wooply-lay.
One day,
Out of the air,
A bird snopped down
And broke the stare.
The Wooply-lay ran,
I fled.
"I've had enough of this,"
I tagly said.
"The Big Fat Yellow Beetle"
The big fat yellow beetle
Climbed up the skinny spout
Down came the rain
But it wouldn't wash him out
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain
The big fat yellow beetle
Would never do that again.
"Fumty Tumty"
Fumty Tumty
Climbed up a hill
Fumty Tumty
Had a great spill
We called 911,
And they came fast.
But putting Tumty together
Was too hard of a task.
"Yankee Doodle"
Yankee Doodle sped to town
In his ugly junk car.
Only had half a brain,
And rove into some tar.
Yankee Doodle, why so dumb?
Yankee Doodle dandy.
All the ladies are so smart
And sweet as sugar candy.
