Once upon a time ...
"Whoosh!" away flew a lime.
It bounced off the lunchroom wall,
And made a big splat when it falled.
Then Sir Chris of Mrs. Landry's class,
Shouted "Food Fight" as he passed.
So forth food went flying,
As lunch ladies were crying,
For waste of their precious food.
But alas, in the doorway the principle stood,
All the kids stopped as fast as they could,
But one piece of food flew,
And he was hit in the face
By a hunk of beef stew,
thrown by Benjamin Ace.
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2 comments:
bravo madame! keep 'em coming. grandpa and I are collating your poems into a poetry scrapbook. By the way, Grandpa absolutely loves 'The Blank page'. So impressed was he, he read it 4 times!
yuck - hit in the face with a chunck of beef stew! yewee, that's disgusting...
solved those riddles yet madame morrison?
ode to my toaster!
(by Allan Chochinov):
Ode to my toaster, so shiny and clean
You’re the butterknife's foe, you're the bread's trampoline
You're the lightest, the darkest, the coolest and proud
You’re the jack-in-the-box of the countertop crowd.
In the old days you had a side entrance instead
You were far more ornate as a true thoroughbred
But now you're a box with a push-button trick
You're a bit more convenient, but a little too slick.
And if that weren't sufficient to cause you some shame,
There's your bullying arch-rival muscling in on your game
They say big toaster-ovens are "double the tool"
They can brown up a bagel and reheat your gruel.
But don't be discouraged, I still think you're swell
You do do one thing, but you do that thing well
And though fancy new gizmos might stir up a yen, remember
Your name still pops up, every now and again.
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