Monday, December 19, 2011

Fat guy
Fat guy goes through the chimney
Fat guy eat milk and cookies
When Fat guy try to squeeze his fat butt
Through the chimney he burns his fat butt
Next time he should put out the fire then go down
Actually when you leave milk and cookies
The cookies he eats and the milk he buts on his butt
So he can put out the flames
Ouch
When fat guy fly with reindeer they actually aren’t reindeer
There mechanical robot built with motion and sorrowed sound noise
Now who feels like the dummy now?
Yah that right you
Bye, Bye
Losers

Thursday, December 15, 2011

‘Dissing’ on Santa
Christmas is Christmas
Ornaments are ornaments
Light are light
So Santa clause is just some dumb fat guy
Wasting his money on toys
What kind of idiot does that
Nope only Santa clause
And what’s up with his elves
There just small people dressed up
Just like dorks
Poor elves
They are like slaves all you need is a whip
And Santa clause saying go my pets (whip)
Finished

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Mexican poem
My mom and dads, uncles and aunt
And there mom and dads, uncles and aunt
They are great
My family is from Mexico
One thing my family has done when baby is born
The mother and father would have a bracelet
And a necklace made of gold
My family is from Mexico and we eat Mexican food
We eat enchiladas and gesso fresco and sometimes even tacos.
My mom’s brothers and sisters had kids either in Chicago or Mexico so far
And I from Chicago to I like my family the way they are
And you should to.
No
Garbage
Garbage is bad
And garbage is trash
And a lot of Trash is garbage
What ever it is its is really sticks
Garbage is a monster and says smash
It’s a hat lost at sea
Peoples walk by it
Have to try to clean
It doesn’t ever die
It’s like a mouton
Soon you’ll cry and
Later in outer space
Huston say people
We have a problem
Now garbage hates
You and so do I to so
 Bye, bye

Monday, December 5, 2011

Poems are lame
Why do we write poems there so ghetto
They are me in a huge meadow
A poem should shred itself once written
Poems die quickly and also light bulbs
I hate poems and so do you
Poems aren’t cool and so isn’t blues clues
Poems are for Barany lovers
You hate poems as much as I hate you

Friday, December 2, 2011

Who is my donkey?
My donkey hates you
When he blows its smells that’s my donkey
Who is my donkey?
My donkey where a part of my pants
Sometime he makes noise
Oh no he said he know your ugly face
Who is my donkey?
My donkey is really is my but

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Today we began a poetry unit.

  I think poetry is a way to express your emotion. I think poetry is lame because it is sometimes rhymes but it is sometimes doesn’t make any scents and boring. Also its sounds better as rhymes. We read Love That Dog by Sharon Creech
Pause#1: I think this is the person in this novel was abscess with the blue car because he liked it so much.
Pause#2: I think the kid misses his dog and explains his dog for a using a different dog.
Pause#3: I think he is explains about the day he go the dog. How the dog wanted to come with him.
Pause#4: I think the author is just putting stuff in like the poetry thing on his ceiling. Also it was really good about his dog
Pause#5: he really wants Walter Myers to come to his school and he wants the letter to get to them and he will understand if he doesn’t reply.
Pause#6: I think there trying to make you understand that his dog is dead and he is sad about it.
End: I think he was happy and sad that his dog died and his favorite writer comes to his school. Also he is probably mad at the car since it killed his dog.
I think jack got his inspiration from Walter Meyer to write his poems and also his other inspiration was his life event.

My dog poem inspired by Walter dean Meyers My dog name is Twix like a candy. But my dog is not like a pansy. He brown and black and he hats cats. He looks like me and he doesn’t drink tea. He’s nice and soft and he doesn’t have an annoying cough. That my dog and that how he is.