Poems

Roses are red, violets are blue,
He’s for me, not for you…

I can’t wait for tonight
the Superbowl is near
we will laugh and cry, we will even cheer

My mom and dad eat the dip
me and my brother eat the chips

I get ex ited when Tom Brady catches the ball
all I say is it’s a good thing he’s tall

and then when there’s two seconds left on the clock
then the door goes knock knock

We miss the end of the game but the Patriots still win
my mom always says it’s a sin for the other team

I love those lovely Friday mornings as I sit and watch TV
My mom butters my toast, I like to watch her face gleam.
Sure I love Fridays but I find Mondays are the best

I’m in the lobby,

I’m going to win the match.

I’m jumping off the battle bus,

landing in a tree,

jumping off a launch pad

soaring to a tree.

I make a camp fire,

trying to survive,

the storm is on us

we can survive.

Then above the screen I read Victory Royal.

Swimming through the water

sleek and fast

they hunt

Sweet smell of pine
Delicious marshmallows
Beautiful stars

Haiku

Tall trees all over
Leaves rustling in the tall trees
Tall trees help us breathe

Red is the sunset on a summer’s day,
Orange is the flames burning on the bonfire,
Yellow is the glow of the sun so bright,
Green is the sweetness of the freshly cut grass,
Blue is the sadness of the emotions,
Indigo is the colours of the ocean,
Violet is the night sky colour.

Hi,
I am carrot,
It rhymes with parrot,
I like to ride in a chariot,
Towed by rats.
I am rotten,
I got thrown away,
I am left outside for birds to peck.

Here comes a boy running down the pitch

thinking I can get this goal in

and I can make sure that I will win the match!

A little boy with a yellow flag waves and cheers

for his time to win…

In all that might be possible.

This game

Next game

His life

He is the champion.