5/27/20

A list poem about list poems

I should of

Written a better list poem

Than this one

Cause this ones

Not gonna be

Good at all

For so many reasons

Like these

I’m not even sure this is a list poem

I don't understand list poems

They make me feel like I just drank a bottle of ketchup.

I’m bad at list poems

I don't like list poems

UUUGH

5/20/20

The salt shaker

A salt shaker

On the large table

Oblivious to the

World around it

Made of smooth

Greasy glass and

Metal on top

With tiny holes

In it so the salt

Can come out

The salt inside

Needless to say

Is salty and

Untouchable

Through the glass

Nothing can disturb it

It's like a rock

Its untouchable

The salt shaker’s

Only job to give salt

Is very dull

5/14/20

Spinning Around

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh

Spinning around

I’m spinning around

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh

Faster and faster and faster

I'm a human hamster wheel

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh

I don’t want to stop

I will be too dizzy

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh

5/7/20

Love that fish

I love that fish like I love to draw.infinitely.

I said I love that fish like I love to to draw.infinitely

Love to to feed him in the morning and say

“Breakfast,lunch and dinner time,Yoda.”

He swims like a shark and eats like an alligator.

I said he swims like a shark and eats like an alligator.

Eats when he’s hungry,eats when he's not.

I love that fish.

Cloud 5/30/20

I see a cloud

it’s in the sky

it’s everywhere

in the sky

it’s like a

curtain for

the sun and

the sky

I wish the

clouds would

leave they

make me

so cold

Moan -- date unknown

I didn't want to write this poem

I moaned about this poem

I avoided it in every way

I moaned about this poem

This poem felt like a kick in the teeth

I moaned about this poem

This poem seemed like a pain in the neck

I moaned about this poem

Buty now that I’m writing it I see its ok

I moaned about this poem

I was not at all looking forward to this

I moaned about this poem

But like I said it seems ok

I moaned about this poem

The first day of preschool in London

I remember when we first moved to London

we were looking for pre-schools and we found a good one,

but I didn’t like it

at first

I was visiting it and I was playing in the sand box

and one of the teachers told me to put an apron apron

but I said

“I don't have to, I'm not going to this school”

is this a poem? it doesn't feel like a poem.

Protest poem

The protesters,

They want change

Change would make everyone

Happy.

Give them change government

We need change.

Peeling an orange -- date unknown

Peel peel peel. The more I peel the more it squirts. Squirt, squirt, squirt. The more it squirts the more I peel. Bit, bite, bite. The more I bite the more I taste the juice. Taste, taste, taste. The more I taste the more its delicious. Delicious delicious delicious.

Watermelon -- date unknown

I love watermelon, its so good, I just love to bite into it, I dont even care about eating the seeds

Its just so delicious. The consistency is perfect and so is the juice. I also really like watermelon juice.

Its like the liquid version of watermelon.