Being Ready, Being Ready

I always think
You always are
Preparing for the next thing
And not dealing with what you have now.

I started thinking about this in school.

You see,
Preschool is getting ready for school,
Kindergarten is getting ready for 1st grade,
1st grade is getting ready for 2nd grade (etc.)
And, high school is being ready for college.

In the middle of all that,
Summer school is being ready for the next grade!


I don't get it.

One day I was going to the computer lab and I saw a sign:
It said:
Your teacher's goal is simple.
To help reach YOURS.

The Eraser Poem

The eraser poem
The eraser poe
The eraser po
The eraser p
The erase
The eras
The era
The er
The e
The
Th
T

Going Green

Going green is important. The world is having global warming. Reusing paper plates and plastic things is good. Reducing cars and smoke are better. I've been thinking- if every body wants to go green, then why doesn't the President ban smoke producers? Why aren't electric cars free? Its a big problem some people don't care and just smoke when they want to. They don't care and they burn random things. If I become President I will stop these things and stop global warming.

Super Bowl

I was so very sad that my team lost
So my brain went for a toss
Because of that:
I couldn't eat
I couldn't sleep,
I couldn't drink,
I couldn't talk,
Plus, I couldn't play

All because of one big game
THE SUPERBOWL

Tired

I kind of shiver
And quake and quiver
To look at the time
And its a quarter to nine
And I'm not comfy.

I can sleep nowhere else
So I sleep with someone else
I'm so scared I can't sleep
I could pee in my pants!

Its nine twenty eight
So I look up straight
And what do I see.....

THE CEILING!

So I go to my brother's bed
Put the blanket on my head

And smell that he farted.

Central Park

My dad was going to take me to Central Park
It was going to be as fun as Noah's Ark

But my dad's friend had to come over
so my brain went down like a Rover

It was as harsh as tar
It was like crashing a car

I love this park,
But now its getting dark,
So I made this poem....

But I am finally over it
Got down before the fires lit

It was a very big gloom
But I let out my balloon

After a good supper
My brain went upper

This happens daily
But not so wail(y)

Bengal Tiger

These are the most feared tigers
They're not afraid of spiders

But when they're by their self in the wild,
And people see them
He (or she)
Gets yelled at
Gets screamed at
Gets laughed at
Gets flashed at

Then he gets hungry...
He loses his temper
And he scratches
He bites
He eats
He eats
He poos out stuff I
Really don't want
To talk about...

People on Streets

I dislike it when I see people on the streets
Begging for money to buy food
I see that they are bitter cold
And are very hungry

I imagine what it it like
Feeling like a refrigerater
Your stomach driving you crazy
And worrying what happens next....

When I pass them in the car
Or on the elephant
Or ever near the village
I can see how they express their fellings just by looking at them.

Also when I pass them
I imagine if we could take them whith me to my home
Give them food
Give the young one milk
Give the old a nice hot cup of water
Give them a Job to earn money
....and let them sleep there too...

(Inspired from the India Trip in Dec,2011)