Poem of the Day: 17 Jun 2005

I cam home sick one day
with the flu.
My mother insisted
that I should have some soup.
Later she put it in front
Of me and it tasted burnt!
Maybe it was just pieces
of burnt bread or maybe
they were pieces of a bomb
and the mother that made me the soup
was a terrorist!

Who knows!

Sophie B. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#310)

A monster 
comes in shapes and sizes
Fat sometimes skinny.
Doesn’t matter who it is, it
gives you a big 
      SCARE!

Forbes W. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#311)

after hours and hours
of sitting
in barely enough light to think in,
I become blinded
and so do the people around me
by the one thought
floating above my head.

Justin H. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#312)