Is it you, the man that went to space?
Is it you, the inventor of the telescope?
Is it you, the cow that jumped over the moon?
Is it you, the bat-man?
Is it you, the man from space?
Is it you, the maker of our planet?
Is it you, the god of the sea?
Is it true, that its you.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men,
Couldn’t put Humpty together again.
He was mad and starting to moan
All he wanted was a picture
Taken from his own tacky phone
That’s all he wanted from the people
But the wall was in fact too tall
So all he could do was just fall
He was out for revenge
To sit on a tall wall
To prove to all people
He could do the challenge
But the wall could not be small
Not too thin that he would fall
He travelled all over the world
Seeking for his wall
It was quite hard to do
Like catching a bouncing ball
He saw no huge wall
So he gave up all
Once back in America
With all sadness in heart
Over hearing the ruler
No other than Donald Trump
Saying that in this place
There was a huge case
He joined with his leader
To build a Great Wall
But the order so tall
Would they manage at all?
It was a huge call
After being so small
Once the wall was complete
Humpty sat on the wall
It was indeed tall
And indeed wide
This wall was not small
But so high, will he die?
He took his picture
He started to post
People went “oh my!”
To him, it mattered most
He started to tilt
To fall, well, possibilities so high
Then it happened
The event had began
Everyone with faces of
“Not again!”
Humpty closed his eyes
And began to pray
What Humpty didn’t know
Was he was falling
From 1,000,000 meters height
To the death, suffer, he might
At the speed of a comet
There was nothing to stop his fate
Once on Earth
He made a hole
A hole so deep
It went to hell
Where all bad spirits
They keep
Some bad spirits escaped
But they blocked the hole quick
In fact so quick
That Humpty couldn’t escape
He was stuck there in hell
With no WiFi bars on his cell
That is how
The end had come
His blog had been forgotten for some
Into the dust was
A box with the bad spirits
Being opened by Pandora
The end!
Or is it?
This is me!
I am as spotty as a leopard
I am as strong as John Cena
I am as hungry as a hotdog eater
I am as tall as the tallest person in the world
I am as powerful as Thor
I am as cute as kitty
I am as slow as a sloth
I am as fast as Usain Bolt
I am as cool as a person dressed in gold
I am as short as a pair of socks
I am as a cold as Antarctica
I am as fluffy as a cat
I am as stinky as a skunk
AND I am as green as a tree!
THAT’S ME!
I love playing games
And seeing people’s fake names,
My mum gets in such a fuss
when she sees me playing a game while sitting
ON…
A toy BUS.
So there you have it
There I play without anybody knowing
Where I am going?
If you do not know
I am talking about the game of course.
Se you later in the game… .
1859
Had come with a bad color
Color from solar
Solar flares occur
From energy in the sun
Is unleashed in blasts
The explosions are
Equivalent to the force
Of hydrogen bombs
This show is so far
As far south as Hawaii
Definitely slow
It was beautiful
But disturbances came down
All over the world
Hopefully it won’t
Happen again in our lives
For now, cross fingers
Zeke was a white cat
All he wanted was a pat
But he loved to bake
He was baking cakes
The fresh fruity kind of ones
That surprised the judge
He had won first place
With tickets to Washington
Milou had come too
They went to the place
Zeke nominated himself
Before he knew it
Winning in a row
He was now the president
Of the USA
The day after that
The two of them got married
It was the best day
Nine weeks after that
The two of them had kittens
They were super cute
One was called Mimi
She was the eldest of them
She was the gemstones
Next was called Kiki
As pretty as a tiger
She’s the cat on mats
Next was Koala
The first boy of the whole group
Is as white as snow
Next was called Gigi
The craziest of them all
So crazy and fun
Last was called Osprey
Named after the greatest bird
Yet still the youngest
The great family
Ruled the country like a charm
They lived long nine lives
Now the authorities have declared that the school gates are to shut,
We will need to remain inside our abode even if it’s in a hut.
Children like me are now feeling very sad,
We can’t go out to play because the pandemic is so bad.
The weather is nice and out comes the sun,
It’s unusual that PE now has to be done without a class run.
We need to stay home to protect our community,
Thanks to technology we can contact our friends and keep our unity.
Every day we are making history,
COVID-19 is affecting every country.
Children are learning new skills by studying on google classroom,
Our daily commute is now from the lounge back to the bedroom.
I,
I might have black, smooth, silky hair,
That runs through my fingers,
Blows in the wind,
And shines from morning to midnight.
I,
I might have fine eyes,
That are big and sparkly,
Twinkle all the time,
And eyes that cry crystal tears.
I,
I might have a defined nose,
That smells beautiful scents,
Cute as a button,
And is evenly shaped.
I,
I might have a nice mouth,
That exhales my every moment,
Speaks words of wisdom,
And reveals my inner beauty.
I,
I might be tall,
That heights might not reach,
Grows every second,
And helps me stand out.
I,
I might have the latest fashion,
That everyone desires and yearns for,
Look rich, chic, cool, casual or fancy,
And reveals my outer beauty.
But.
I,
I’m never going to be the best,
I’m never going to look or be perfect,
I’m never going to be the most popular,
I’m never going to be a pretty, pink, perfect princess,
I’m never going to have golden hair like a Queen,
I’m never going to have fame all around the world,
I’m never going to be the most beautiful,
I’m never going to be tall and slim,
I’m never going to sing a song too awesomely,
I’m never having perfection.
I wouldn’t be perfect, even if I could.
And,
I’m not perfect.
Nobody, not one person but our almighty God,
is perfect.
I’m imperfect, but I love my imperfections.
“I think you should, too.”
As pure as a heart,
As red as blood,
As beautiful as a rose,
As bright as the sun.
A gift it seems,
A touch,
A gleam,
Too much, (for it’s beauty).
Oh, whatever could it be,
My heart’s desire?
A mystery?
Like treasure, bright as fire.
It can’t be a sapphire, the brightest blue,
Nor an emerald, like fresh green grass,
Can it be an amethyst? Wrong, but my mind grew,
Definitely a ruby! I know it, at last!