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Hampton Elementay School ~ 3rd Grade
The following two poems were written during third-grade workshops at Hampton Elementary School, in Rochester Hills, MI.

Session I

FROG

Free and forever slimey.

When you touch them, you get grimey.

Red frogs, blue frogs, and black frogs too.

You might see them at the zoo.

Oozy like slime.

Fast all the time.

Going to lay eggs,

and grow up with strong legs.




Session II:

GUM

Gum is chewy and tasty and sweet.

But it can get gooey and stick to your feet.

Understand: no gum allowed in school,

and you know that is the rule!

Mucks up your braces.

Pick it up -- you'll still find traces.






Here are some poems from Mrs. Thoma's class:

The first is "Stink," by Julian

STINK

Stink's real name is James.

He should be ashamed.

Thinks he's shrinking a quarter inch.

His sister's rival is Jessica Finch.

In a jeep is where he was born.

He was on the news -- I could of sworn.

Not the tallest, he's the shortest.

He's not better than Clinton Portess.

Kept a secret for his sister.

And he sometimes litters.




The next poem is "Judy Moody" by Joo Woon & Yoori

JUDY MOODY

Judy Mood is a girl.

She tells the future by a pearl.

Understand Judy's mind.

In her mind, she is kind.

Don't you know that Judy's smart.

She always has a part.

You might think that Judy's bad

but most of the time, she is mad!

Maybe Judy's in Stink's room.

Stink may say that Judy's doomed!

Only Judy saves the world.

When she wakes up, her hair is curled.

Oh my! Oh my! Stink's in her room

Judy's gonna chase him with a broom!

Dear Judy Moody,

You may be a cutie.

You'll always say that Judy's cool.

But sometimes she is a fool!




Here is another JUDY MOODY poem, this time by Reema and Aubrey:


JUDY MOODY IS IN CLASS 3D

IN THE TOAD PEE CLUB WITH HER FRIEND ROCKY.

JUDY HAS A BROTHER, STINK.

HE DRIVES JUDY SO MAD, SHE COULD TURN PINK.

DURING JUDY'S SCIENCE CLASS,

SHE ALWAYS HAS A NOTE TO PASS.

JUDY WANT TO BE A DOCTOR.

STINK THINKS IT'S FUNNY, SO HE MOCKS HER.

JUDY BRINGS IN A ZUCCHINI TO OPERATE ON.

SHE'S PRETTY BORING SO PEOPLE START TO YAWN.

WHEN JUDY GETS TO HER HOUSE.

SHE ALWAYS PETS HER CAT MOUSE.

STINK NEEDS TO LEARN TO MAKE UP HIS MIND.

HE'S ALWAYS WASTING JUDY'S TIME.

STINK IS HERE, STINK IS THERE.

BUT JUDY MOODY IS EVERYWHERE.

JUDY HAS A LOT OF FRIENDS.

THIS IS HOW THE POEM ENDS.




Here are several poems by Mrs. Bailey's class:



CROWDS

Crazy crowds

make cries and calls

and crushes and clumps

as crowds cross concrete crosswalks.

The kids and the kings,

the cuckoo clockmakers,

cops, carpenters and

construction workers

crash and collide with more

crazy crowds

causing complete chaos.




There Once was a Tarantula

There once as a tarantula from the Ukraine,

Who drives everyone insane.

He gave them a shock

By crawling out of a sock

And jumped right out of a plane.





DOG

Soft, cute and cuddley,

fluffy as a teddy bear.

Always happy to chew on a bone,

play ball and fetch.

She greets you with a lick,

a jump and a way of her tail.

Man's Best Friend.




Black Bat

The black bat, black bat,

sneaky and creepy bat,

the black bat,

sneaky and creepy bat,

squeaky and freaky bat,

eating mosquitoes bat

sneaky and creepy

sneaky and creepy,

sneaky and creepy,

it's a flying bat.

Sneaky,

Sneaky,

Sneaky

Sneak.



Brighter than a disco ball

Brighter than a disco ball.

Brighter than a 75-watt light bulb.

Brighter than a diamond ring

or a bald head.

Brighter than aluminum foil

or a lightning bolt.

Brighter than Haley's comet

shooting across the sky.

Brighter than a blazing campfire.

Brighter than one hundred birthday candles.

Brighter than a shooting star

or the shining sun.

That's how bright Talal's outift is today!




Our Television

Our television went click bing.

Click, click, click bing.

One day at noon, click, clink,

click click, clink, clink,

clink, zap, clink, zap.

Call the repair man.

Fix it . . . Quick!




FAT CAT

I'm a bad cat, a mad cat,

An ugly fat cat,

a fuzzy cat, a buzzy cat,

hating stinky rat!

I'm a smelly cat, a belly cat,

hissing at tiny mice.

I love to sit and lick myself

and eat all kinds of rice.




UNTITLED

I don't need to breathe.

I am so strong that I make you jump

six times higher.

I have many different moods.

My face looks like a gray old man.

I live with nine other siblings.

My favorite holiday is Halloween.




The Sound of the Brown Cow

Brown cow, brown cow

making a loud sound.

The brown cow wars a crown

with a growling frown.

When brown cows make louds sounds,

brown cows growl!





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