|The following two poems were written during third-grade workshops at Hampton Elementary School, in Rochester Hills, MI.
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.
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'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 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:
make cries and calls
and crushes and clumps
as crowds cross concrete crosswalks.
The kids and the kings,
the cuckoo clockmakers,
cops, carpenters and
crash and collide with more
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.
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.
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.
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 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!
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.
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!