A fat cat
Sat on a mat
Under the mat
There was a rat.
The fat cat shooed a gnat
Who was named Pat
And the rat
Bit the cat
And that was that
A fat cat
Sat on a mat
Under the mat
There was a rat.
The fat cat shooed a gnat
Who was named Pat
And the rat
Bit the cat
And that was that
Suddenly a knock
Came from the sock
There was a flock
Of birds with a rock
They wanted a clock
That doesn’t shock
So help the flock from the sock get a clock
On a sunny day
In the middle of May
Drink a banana smoothie
Before you visit Aunt Ruthie
They are so good
They used to grow on wood.
There is a game kinda like rock paper scissors, only it’s called gorilla man gun. You sing a song. It goes like this. Grab a partner get back to back, get back to back, get back to back. Grab a partner get back to back, get back to back, get back to back. Gorilla beats the man, the man beats the gun, the gun beats gorilla, if you tie you die. Gorilla beats the man, the man beats the gun, the gun beats gorilla, if you tie you die. 1, 2, 1,2,3, GO! You turn around and make gorilla arms if you want gorilla. You use your fingers and make a mustache if you want man. If you want gun, well, you know that.
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Black is a big closet in mid winter.
Black is a witch’s cat on Halloween.
Black is a scary monster that’s under your bed.
Black is the hush in the night.
This is by either Robert Frost, or Emily Dickinson:
The fog comes
On little cat feet
It sits looking over harbor and city
On silent haunches
Then moves on
Cool right?
This is by Shel Silverstien:
Draw a crazy picture
Write a nutty poem
Sing a mumble gumble song
Whistle through your comb
Do a loony goony dance
across the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain’t been there before
I lke this poem because it is by my idol, Shel Silverstien. He is my favorite poet! It’s also very funny. I’m about to go and do a loony goony dance in the kitchen! Bye!
This is by Emily Dickinson:
I’m nobody
Who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Then there’s a pair of us-don’t tell!
They’d banish us you know
How dreary to be someone
How public like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
I like this poem because it is by one of my favorite poets and it’s fun to pretend you’re nobody, like a shadow that you can barely see. It’s better than being a braggart like a frog!
Guess what! I just figured out the coolest thing ever! Go to google and type in Katelin Crigler. It shows Mrs. Ford/Powell”s class!