Math

Math makes me mad
Because I'm really bad
It is really boring
It keeps me snoring
It's so confusing
It's not amusing
I have too many tests
I don't get to rest
All because of math
It has an evil wrath
It makes me cry
So I dry my eye
I study hard
But my grade is scarred
Because math is bad
It should be banned
But they all say
Math is okay
But they are wrong
Their noses are long
Geometry is terrible
It's unbearable
Algebra is worse
It makes me curse
I should take another path
Because I strongly dislike math

Brothers: For Mike and Jon :)

They can be mean
They can be nice
They are never clean
They eat too much rice
They are guards
They really care
They play cards
But they're never fair
They are best friends
But they always fight
They are there when it ends
To tell you you're right
They help you with math
But hog the TV
They need to bath
But they help you ski
They are too protective
Because they think you're two
They are like detectives
But they really just care about you

Strawberry Cupcakes

You are annoying

you make me mad

Especially when you're singing

Because you sound really bad

You really stink

You're bad at everything

You hate pink

You would do anything

You're wild and crazy

You have bad taste

You're really lazy

It's such a waste

You are all the above

And lots more too

All you do is shove

But I still love you

Mother's Day

Roses are red,

Violets are blue

You are my mom,

and I really love you

Dandelions are yellow,

Lilies are white

You are my mom,

You are such a delight

Petunias are purple,

Orchids are pink

You are my mom,

And you always think

Carnations are white,

Daisies are yellow

You are my mom,

Even though you bellow

Desks are black,

Rocks are grey

You are my mom,

Happy Mother's Day

Sledding

Wind in your face
With the downhill speed
Coldness
Creeping up your feet
Hands holding on
Tightly to the ropes
Nose bright red
Cheeks froze
Fluffy snow
In your face
Turning left
Then slowly right
Oh! What a delight
Til finally
It's the end of the ride
And then you climb up the hill
One more time
To go sledding
For a little while

Birthday

You open your presents

In a hurry

Then slowly begin

To worry

Then presents are gone

In a scurry

And all that is left

Is a flurry

And now the memory

Is blurry

Because all you think about

Is curry

Shooting Star

Does wishing on a shoot star

Ever really get you far?

Is it maybe to extreme

Or just a childish dream?

I wish I knew

Is it really true?

Will you yelp,

Or does hoping help?

Does wishing on a shoot star
Ever really get you far?
Is it maybe to extreme
Or just a childish dream?

One day I hope to know

If it's all just a show

Do dreams become reality?

Is it abnormality?

Does wishing on a shoot star

Ever really get you far?

Is it maybe to extreme

Or just a childish dream?

Shooting star!

I have to park my car

So I get a good view

Right under you

Does wishing on a shoot star
Ever really get you far?
Is it maybe to extreme
Or just a childish dream?

I'll make a wish

In a real swish

I'll do it in a hurry

Before I worry

Does wishing on a shoot star

Ever really get you far?

Is it maybe to extreme

Or just a childish dream?