Favorite Poemsas Wordle Clouds

NFSSecond Grade

April, 2011

Lexi

Beavers In the Bathroom

There are beavers in the bathroomswimming circles in the tubwhere the beavers have decidedTo convene their swimming club.

In their little beaver Speedosand their beaver bathing caps,they've been splashing rather happilywhile practicing their laps. They've been studying the butterfly,the backstroke and the crawl,and it's obvious they like itand they're having quite a ball. For we hear them all the timebut we don't see them anymore,ever since they built a beaver dambehind the bathroom door.--Kenn Nesbitt

Cristina

No Difference

Small as a peanut Big as a giant, We're all the same size When we turn off the light. Red black or orange, Yellow or white We all look the same When we turn off the light. So maybe the way To make everything right Is for God to just reach out And turn off the light!

-Shel Silverstein

Hurry Grandma hurry,Grandma look at me,I'm right side up, I'm upside down,I'm swinging from a tree.I'm jumping like a squirrel, I think that I can fly_Grandma please don't worry,Grandma please don't cry.Hurry Grandma hurry,see what I can do,I'm roller-skating backwardsacross the avenue,Here's a lucious little bug,I think I'll take a bite--Grandma stop your screaming, everythings all right.Hurry Grandma hurry.Grandma watch me please,I'm climbing up a ladder,I'm dangling from my knees,I found this giant spiderthat was stuck in gobs of paint,Grandma take a closer look--whatever made you faint?

-Jack Prelutsky

Danielle

Hurry Grandma, Hurry

Ella

Almost Lunch Timeby Helen H. Moore I could eata great big bunchof chips and salsafor my lunchandtop it offwith fruity punch,and then some more chips,crunch, crunch, crunch.

Julia

dear fish by takayo noda sky is redhouses areredflowers areredyou areredI amred everything isredin the sunset it is magic I wish you a magical swim

Sophia

Homework MachineBy Shel SilversteinThe Homework Machine , oh the Homework Machine,Most perfect contraption that’s ever been seen.Just put in your homework, then drop in a dime,Snap on the switch, and in ten seconds time,You homework comes out, quick and clean as can be.Here is is – “nine plus four?” and the answer is “three”.Three?Oh me…I guess it’s not as perfectAs I thought it would be.

Hayden

Early BirdOh, if you’re a bird, be an early bird And catch the worm for your breakfast plate. If you’re a bird, be an early bird— But if you’re a worm, sleep late.

-Shel Silverstein

Lauren

The Weirdest Tree Bee Once there was a tree beeInstead of gathering honeyHe gathered grassAs he passed through the fields.When the tree bee was tiredHe fell asleep in the airWith some flying pears.0He loved to play bee flee.When he was in a need for speed,He flew ninety miles per hour.The tree bee had purple hair when he wanted toWear himself outThe tree bee ate leavesHe didn’t want to work in A community. By Lauren

Lelia

Our Family Comes From ‘Round the World Our family comes From ‘round the world:Our hair is straightOur hair is curledOur eyes are brownOur eyes are blueOur skins are differentColors, tooTra la tra laTra la tra leeWe’re one big happy family!We’re girls and boys,We’re big and small,We’re young and old,We’re short and tall.We’re everythingThat we can beAnd still we are a family. O la dee daO la dee deeWe’re one big happy family!We laugh and cry,We work and playWe help each otherEvery dayThe world’s a lovelyPlace to beBecause we are A family.Hurray hurrahHurrah hurree we’re one big happy family! Mary Ann Hoberman

Lucia

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy EveningWhose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound's the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep.But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.

Neha

We're Out Of Paint, So... By Shel Silverstein Let’s paint a picture with our food.For red we’ll squeeze these cherries.For purple let’s splash grape juice on.For blue we’ll use blueberries.For black just use some licorice.For brown pour on some gravy.For yellow you can dip your brushIn the egg yolk you just gave me.We’ll sign our names in applesauceAnd title it “Our Luncheon,”And hang it up for everyoneTo stop…and see…and munch on.

Taylor

Puppy’s PrayerNow I lay me down to sleep,The king-size bed is soft and deep..I sleep right in the center grooveMy human being can hardly move!I've trapped her legs, she's tucked in tightAnd here is where I pass the nightNo one disturbs me or dares intrudeTill morning comes and "I want food!"I sneak up slowly to beginmy nibbles on my human's chin.She wakes up quickly,I have sharp teeth-I'm a puppy, don't you see?For the morning's hereand it's time to playI always seem to get my way.So thank you Lord for giving meThis human person that I see.The one who hugs and holds me tightAnd shares her bed with me at night!

Ansley

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,Went for a ride in a flying shoe,"Hooray!""What fun!""It's time we flew!"Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. Ickle was captain, Pickle was crew,And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stewAs higherAnd higherAnd higher they flew,Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,Over the sun and beyond the blue. "Hold on!""Stay in!""I hope we do!"Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me tooNever returned to the world they knew,And nobodyknows what'shappened toDear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

-Shel Silverstein

Kristen

On a Silent NightOn a Silent night when friends are fewI close my eyes and think of youA Silent nightA Silent tearA Silent wish that you were here.

Sophie

EGGS RATED

These eggAre excellent.I’m not exaggerating.You can tell by my eggspressionThey’re eggceptional--Eggstra fluffy,Eggstremely tasty,Cooked eggsactly rightBy an eggspertWith lots of eggsperience.Now I’ll eggsamine the bill….Ooh--much more eggspensiveThan I expected.I gotta get out of here.Where’s the eggxit?

-Shel Silverstein

Juilan

AnimalsMonkeys are blackGiraffes are yellow.Bunnies are white.There are a lot ofAnimals all around.Some are striped.Some are cute.Some are not cute.There are different kinds of animals.Some are fluffySome are not fluffy.Some are soft,And some are not soft.There are all different kindsOf animalsAround the world. By Julian

Audrey

The Mall

I do not like the mallBecause it makes me fall,Although I saw an elephant,I still don’t like the mall. -Audrey

JakeAn Extraterrestrial AlienAn extraterrestrial alien I never expected to meet is bouncing about in my bedroom on half of its forty-four feet. It made its appearance this morning, when, plummeting out of the sky without a protective enclosure, it landed, undamaged, nearby. It didn't resemble a rocket, it certainly wasn't a bird, yet no one but me seemed to notice that anything odd had occurred. I couldn't contain my excitement and raced there uncommonly fast. "Delighted to see you!" it blurbled, then laughed as I panted, aghast. That extraterrestrial alien displayed unmistakable charm,it bowed at the waist, then embraced me with half of its forty-four arms. It danced with apparent abandon, I stared in unblinking surprise, enthralled by the twenty-two twinkles in half of its forty-four eyes. "I'm glad that you like m~!" it gurgled. "You wish to be friends, I presume?" "I do!" I replied, and decided to hide it inside of my room. That extraterrestrial alien I never expected to find, Informs me it's coming to dinner I hope that my parents don't mind. by Jack Prelutsky

Yasmin

Backward Bill

Backward Bill, Backward Bill,He lives way up on Backward Hill,Which is really a hole in the sandy groundBut that's a hill turned upside down). Backward Bill's got a backward shackWith a big front porch that's built out back.You walk through the window and look out the doorAnd the cellar is up on the very top floor. Backward Bill he rides like the windDon't know where he's going but sees where he's been.His spurs they go "neigh" and his horse it goes "clang,"And his six-gun goes "gnab," it never goes "bang." Backward Bill's got a backward pup,They eat their supper when the sun comes up,And he's got a wife named Backward Lil,"She's my own true hate," says Backward Bill. Backward Bill wears his hat on his toesAnd puts on his underwear over his clothes.And come every payday he pays his boss,And rides off a-smilin' a-carryin' his hoss. - Shel Silverstein

Anthony

Yak

Yickity-yackity, yickity-yak,The yak has a scirffily, scraffily back,Some yaks are brown yaks and some yaks are black,Yickity-yackity, yickity-yak. Sniggildy-snaggildy, sniggildy-snag,The yak is all covered with shiggildy-shag;He walks with a ziggildy-zaggildy-zag,Sniggildy-snaggildy, sniggildy-snag.

The Spider and the FlyWill you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly, 'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy; The way into my parlor is up a winding stair, And I've a many curious things to show when you are there." Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."

"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin, And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!" Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "for I've often heard it said, They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"

Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, " Dear friend what can I do, To prove the warm affection I 've always felt for you? I have within my pantry, good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome -- will you please to take a slice?" "Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "kind Sir, that cannot be, I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"

"Sweet creature!" said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise, How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes! I've a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf, If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself." "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you 're pleased to say, And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."

The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den, For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again: So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly, And set his table ready, to dine upon the Fly. Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing, "Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing; Your robes are green and purple -- there's a crest upon your head; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"

Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue -- Thinking only of her crested head -- poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den, Within his little parlor -- but she ne'er came out again!

And now dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed: Unto an evil counselor, close heart and ear and eye, And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.

by Mary Howitt

David

Bode

ROCK 'N' ROLL BANDIf we were a rock 'n' roll band,We'd travel all over the land.We'd play and we'd sing and wear spangly things.If we were a rock 'n' roll band. If we were a rock 'n' roll band,And we were up there on the stand,The people would here us and love us and cheer us.Hurray for that rock 'n' roll band. If we were a rock 'n' roll band,Then we'd have a million fans.We'd giggle and laugh and sign autographs,If we were a rock 'n' roll band. If we were a rock 'n' roll band.The people would all kiss our hands.We'd be millionaires and have extra long hair,If we were a rock 'n' roll band. But we ain't no rock 'n' roll band,We're just seven kids in the sand. With homemade guitars and pails and jarsAnd drums of potato chip cans. Just seven kids in the sand.Talk'n and waven' our hands.And dreamin' and thinkin' oh wouldn't it be grand,If we were a rock 'n' roll band.

Kai

My brother came from MarsMy brother came from Mars,He lives among the stars.His sister is an alien,His eye is a safety pin.His antenna glowHis nose will blowHis grandpa lives on Pluto.Once in bedHe had no head,And his toes are glowing red.When he would wake,He’d make an earthquake.My brother came from Mars. By Kai

Ann

Washing my neck I have one thing To sayAbout washing my neck –BLECH!-Ann

Zoe

The Hard WayI've got a rabbit's footand a four leaf clover.A lucky pennyand a troll named Dover.

I've crossed my fingers,I've wished on stars.And for extra safe measures,I've wished on Mars.

I've avoided all laddersand black cats as well.Even went to a witchfor a fifty cent spell.

Now I'm armed and I'm readyto do my best.Next time I'll just studyfor my history test.

- Arden Davidson

Lizzy

Titanic “Test”

I have to study on aTitanic test. You knowThe one that goes roar…“Oh No!” I flunked it again. Lizzy

Images created at www.Wordle.net