Ode to My Stuffies
Ode to My Stuffies
(a playful poem)
Oh, my stuffies!
I love you so much!
You’re so fuzzy,
All you have in you is stuffing.
You don’t talk,
And that’s why I love you,
Because you never give an opinion.
You just agree with ME!
Oh, you’re so precious.
Your stuffing makes you so fat.
Stuffies, I love your eyes.
I adore you.
If You’re Not From Spring
If You’re Not From Spring
If you’re not from spring,
You don’t know the trees swaying in the breeze,
If you’re not from spring,
You don’t know the big fluffy clouds,
Animals dancing in the blue sky.
If you’re not from spring,
You don’t know the green grass,
How it tickles your feet when you’re wearing no shoes while running wild,
And the sound of the birds,
How it looks like they’re dancing to the music of the wind,
And the feeling of the warm air and the hot sun,
And seeing the flowers blooming.
My hands are the clouds of spring,
Swimming in the waters of the blue sky.
I’m Talking Gross!
I’m Talking Gross!
(a thesaurus poem)
I’m talking gross!
I’m talking disgusting!
I’m talking yucky, awful!
I’m talking icky, nasty, funky!
I’m talking slimy, dreaded, rotten!
I’m talking GROSS!
One of My Heroes: My Dad
One of my Heroes: My Dad
Dad is amazing and great! He helps me with my homework. He helps me when I get stuck in math. He gives me great big hugs. He especially gives me great big hugs when I am sad. That’s why my dad’s super name is Mr. Incredible!
If I Were in Charge of the World
If I Were in Charge of the World
(Form change poem with thanks to Judith Viorst)
If I were in charge of the world,
I’d cancel warm vegetables except for corn
And also flu shots (It hurts!).
If I were in charge of the world,
There would be more popcorn with chocolate drizzle,
More cake and mac and cheese,
And lots of baths instead of showers.
If I were in charge of the world,
You wouldn’t have deer meat (Yuck!),
You wouldn’t have bad dreams, only good ones,
And you wouldn’t have bad kids that are not nice.
If I were in charge of the world,
Cake for breakfast would be a balanced meal,
All people would be nice not mean,
And a person who sometimes makes too much noise
And is a little too silly
Would still be allowed to be in charge of the world.
Traditions
I’m from Papa’s cookies.
I am from swimming and the sound of the river.
I am from nicknames. Mine is Doodle. My dad calls me that.
I am from my dad’s jokes and my family’s love.
