What do you do when you trip up?
What do you do when you tumble?
Do you stay down on the ground or get back on you’re feet again?
S..T..R..O..N..G..E..R
What does it spell?
STRONGER
Once on a bright new morning,
mama dragged me into the cold.
This triggered me into mourning,
and for every reluctance she gave me a scold.
My gentle cry pierced the tranquil atmosphere,
as she stripped me naked.
My heart raged like a burning spear,
as she scooped frosty water on my head.
“Let me use the BAYTLOOM,”
I shouted at mama naughtily.
Her angry eyes measured me like a tape rule,
as she hissed at me haughtily.
In a jiffy, neighbours gathered to look,
where I strove with mama and cried.
The cause of mother and child hullabaloo,
amazed them all as they laughed.
ÀTÒKÉ my play mate also came peeping,
as she covered her tooth detached mouth in a manner to ogle.
My heart continued leaping,
as if it was going to tumble.
How I wish- to my mother’s will I had concurred,
I thought as- my spit- I continued to swallow.
Then this mess wouldn’t have occurred,
In self pity I continued to wallow.
Today, today, today the weather is nice and hot
Hot, hot, it is not hot!
Today, today, today the waether is freezing cold
Cold, cold, it is not cold
Then what is it?
It is windy
I hate windy weather
Oh no, help!
My sister screams.
My sister yells.
My sister wakes me up.
My dad is always tired.
My dad is always hugging my sister.
My dad tells me to wait, wait, and wait.
My mom is always tired.
My mom is always checking on my sister.
My mom tells me to be patient.
I don’t like my sister.
She’s okay when plays with her toys.
Or, maybe when she takes a bath.
Except when I hold her, I like that.
Hmm, she is cute.
I’ll tell Mom and Dad, we can keep her.
My father brought me a new laptop.
My mother says don’t go near it.
My sister says I will use it first.
I am never able to use it
though it’s my laptop
I wrote a poem once
About cats and dogs
About witches and logs
About fishes on trains
About worms in my brain
I wrote a poem once
About cockroaches, sleeping in the beds
About the sun changing colour to bright red
About me breaking my hands
About ants, taking over the lands
I wrote a poem once
About little fairies, coming at night
About a beautiful sight
About zombies, breaking the house
About a mighty wrestler, losing to a louse
I wrote a poem once
And that was all I could do
Because I stuffed all my ideas through
Summer, summer we can do a lot of things
Today I am going to splash, splash
Quack, quack, I can hear a duck
Summer, summer, we can do a lot of things
Today I am going to build, build
Child, child I can hear a child
Summer summer, we can do a lot of things
Today I am going to run, run
Chuck, chuck, I can hear people Throwing rubbish
I love summer, I love summer do you?
I love summer, I love summer do you?
Splash splash
Quack quack
Build build
Child child
Run run
Chuck chcuk
I can hear a lot of things
Today was the best day
Of my life
It was seriously the greatest
day
I don’t know about other children
But I had a lot
Of fun
It was really so much fun
That I thank God for this
It was such fun
I was as happy as can be
After having so much fun
I should give this poem
A credit as it ends