more horrible poems from class (‘0@0’) its really long


Goats are awesome things.

In fact, the should all be kings!

Until they eat everything.

Goats are usually awesome things.



Once, I had a dog.

I think, she might have been part bulldog?

Her name was Cat.

‘Course, you wouldn’t know that!

Every day we took a walk,

When we didn’t, she would sulk.

I could let her out for hours!

All alone, entertaining herself in a field of flowers.

But then one day, off to California my nana and

Papa had to go, so they sent me to my aunt’s, filled with sorrow.

They told me she barks to much! of f to Uncle L’s she must go!

At dear Uncle L’s, there was a hole

In the fence, and out she went, like a mole.

I’ll go back to my owner she must have thought.

Back to her house she sought.

The poor thing never did understand

How anybody could leave he behind, in a single stand.

I can just imagine her black fur whipping in

The wind.

People who saw her said it looked like she was running,

Running like God was chasing her from a time she had sinned.

Alas, she lost her way

And soon, day turned to night and night turned to day.

I once had a dog.

She might have part bulldog.


Writers Block

I have no idea what to write.

I keep getting distracted.

Those people over there in are in a fight!

Was that a dog, over by the window?

Oh hey dude, gimme a minto!

Wait, I have to write a poem…

GUYS! I have to concentrate!

Oh. now I’m all alone.



Hey! You! No-No! Down here!

Look kid. You’re alllways complaining about

How bad your life is! COMPLAINING NONSTOP!

Well think about this.

Think how bad a shoes life is!

I’m down here being walked in all day,

Having to smell YOUR stinky feet!

Ever heard of a shower?

Your life is about-eh-40 to 90 years long.

But us shoes? We get thrown out after only one or

Two years of hard, daily work!

If you ever think of complaining


Just make sure to think that you are better of a human

Then a shoe.


Something about food?

Did I hear ‘food?’

No. It couldn’t be that good.

Who-besides me-would talk about food right after lunch?

Mamma would scold us a bunch.

But wasn’t that her voice I just heard?

Or was my mind, creating a longing thought

Of such a word?

But YES! She is calling my name!

My brother and sisters to!

With plates full of the sweetest type

Of food, that thing with such fame.

Slices of cake! Chocolate with

Lime icing in top!

So good, that I have no choice but to stop

And bask in it’s glory.

And then

I wake



Tell meif i should start posting chapters of my book…my teachers told me i am much better at writing then poetry and they are the ones who told me i should start writing one, so i cant be that bad?

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