Hera
Hi, my name is Hera and I like peanut butter sandwiches. I wonder if Zeus goes to hard on everyone? He’s always going to hard on everyone and when I mean everyone, I mean everyone. When someone is doing something right he yells at them. I don’t know what is wrong and I don’t like it. Hey, look! He is talking to his brothers Hades and Poseidon. Look! Zeus is getting really mad at his brothers. I wonder what’s wrong? Let’s get closer to them. Hey, Zeus is yelling at them because they did something wrong. Poseidon created a tsunami and crashed it on the villagers and hurt some people. Hades made fire to hurt our people. That is mean. Let’s go see them. Wait! Zeus’ brothers are leaving to go somewhere. Let’s follow them. Look! They’re going to Iris the goddess of rainbows. Look! They stopped. Iris is coming out. She’s walking to Poseidon. Wait, look! Everyone is running away. I wonder why?
Allie Guillot
Jeremy’s Cleaning Problem
After Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out
Jeremy never did his chores
His home was like a place for boars
Piles of clothes stacked in his home
He even had his own cloth dome
Pots and pans piled to the top
After a day, they started to drop
Jeremy sat down in his cloth dome
He said, “I shall clean my home!”
He grabbed a broom
And started with his room
He grabbed the hose
Then, he cleaned his clothes
He took a pan
Then, looked at his hands
Then, put it back
Onto the rack
Jeremy had finished his chores
But the problem was he couldn’t open the door
Jeremy threw the garbage away from the door
Then, he said, “Let’s explore!”
Benjamin Vikalo
Apollo
I am Apollo
I wonder what the world was like when Helios was god of the sun?
I hear the sound of my own music
I see the blinding light of the sun
I want to have someone who loves me
I pretend I’m normal
I feel happy by the sound of my music
I touch the fletching of my arrows
I worry I’m not good enough
I cry for my lovers
I am Apollo
I understand I’m not the best
I say I love my sister
I dream one day someone will love me
I try my best
I hope to be myself
I am Apollo
Emmett Arthur
Jamie Never Cleaned the House
(After “Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out”)
Little Jamie would not clean the house
He would not clean anything, even a bit of louse
Old books, dark roasted hams
A million papers, baked lamb
The house reeked of dirty socks
Of orange leaves and muddy rocks
Pencils and notebooks littered the floor
Bookmarks and Legos jammed the door
X-Box cartridges, PlayStation games
Flew into the fire pit and made a large flame
Board games, consoles, paint galore
Swept outside onto the grassy floor
Eventually, the pile was so great
It reached from China to Washington State
Little Jamie STILL refused
He laid on the couch and sang some blues
Meanwhile, the pile of junk reached space
It fell down and hit people in the face
Giant globs of blackened trash
Swept out of the country, out of the world
It curled, whirled and swirled
It washed out and hit Jamie on the couch
That’s what you get for being a grouch
So, children, don’t be a lazy mouse
And always, ALWAYS clean the house!!
Ethan Liu
I Will Not Clean
(After “Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out”)
I really do not like to clean
My name is proudly, Gretta Dean
There’s something evil about the broom
I absolutely won’t clean my room
I will not dust
I’ll let plates rust
Laundry can stink
Stained with ink
Though my parents will shout
And my sister will pout
I will not clean
Even when I stink like a rotten bean
Even when my teeth are lean
I will not clean
The garbage stacked high
The burnt custard pie
My room looks like a tornado
I smell like a bad potato
Fine, I’ll clean, said Gretta Dean
But by then all people left her alone
No one called her on the phone
For Gretta wouldn’t do her chores
And so she smelled like rotting cores
She changed her mind and said
With her big head
I, a Dean
WILL NOT CLEAN
Call me a stubborn girl
Call me a broken pearl
Call me a silly curl
I will not do my hair
I will not wash my underwear
And I DON’T CARE!
Gretta Dean
stars
shining bright spots of fire
they rise in night higher
many tales of them to tell
of beauty like a spell
of violence by the wishing well
the mystery
of century
the center of our world
white and pearled
billions of years, old yet young
to speak, but not have a tongue
gems of light
shine by night
shapes of story
battles of glory
Gretta Dean
Dear Hogwarts,
You should accept me into Hogwarts because I invented two spells. The first one is “Bublio” and the use is to conjure bubbles. The second spell is “Cardium Shieldo” and the use is to turn a card into a shield. I also created an enchantment called “Wind-Mail” and it enchants wind, so it mails things. Another reason is because I’ve spent my whole life trying to get in to Hogwarts. I am a great candidate because I can win the tri-wizard tournament and bring glory to the school. I would like to teach and eventually become head master. Please let me in! I promise I will excel in all subjects and behave well.
Very Sincerely,
Julian Joseph
My Brother’s Sink
(After “Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out”)
If I never cleaned my brother’s sink
They would shoot me, I think
With mounds and mounds of toothpaste spit
And tons and tons of little lint
The little legs of big lice and nits
The tiny threads from when I knit
Some strings of hair
Maybe even a grizzly bear!
Oh, how terrible the bathroom would smell
With rotten meat and seashells!
So, that is why I clean my brother’s sink
But I’ll stop soon, I think
Laurel Olmstead
Little Silly South Wouldn’t Dust the House
(After “Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out”)
Poor little Silly South
Wouldn’t dust an inch of the house
She’d rake the yard
She’d sweep real hard
But she still wouldn’t dust the house
And then, one day, she found a mouse
All covered in dust from its head to its mouth
She asked around the whole neighborhood
But she never would
Try to find it out
Then, her mom found a clue
And then, she found it all out
The mouse was covered with soot and dust
Because Little Silly South
Wouldn’t ever dust
The dust started to pile so very high
It eventually touched the sky
And in the time being
The dust broke the ceilings
It stopped the fans
And broke the pans
And the dust covered Little Silly South
Now, I guess
This is the end
I’ll see you ‘round the bend!
Lincoln Mark
Oliver and the Leaf
I’m thinking of Oliver
I’m not thinking of that one lonely leaf
I’m thinking of posting a video of Oliver
I’m not thinking of that one lonely leaf on a tree’s limb
I’m thinking of posting a video of me petting Oliver
I’m not thinking of one lonely leaf on a tree’s limb
Turning yellowish-brown because of autumn’s changing weather
I’m thinking of posting a video of me petting Oliver
And him jumping up and down on me
Lincoln Mark
I am From Texas
I am from the black and white piano close to my living room wall
From colors and paper
I am from the big clock above the sink
The soft rug in the living room
I am from the delicate petals of a red rose
The three shrubs whose limbs I remember as if they were my own
I’m from laughter and love
From mom and dad
I’m from sleeping late and mom waking me up
And from hugging family before night
I’m from I love you and you’re so sweet
And the months of the year
I’m from movies every Friday
I’m from Austin and Korea
Macaroni & cheese and spaghetti
From a chemist for a dad
I am from a family with black hair
From photos of my brother and me as babies
All the love of them in my heart
I am from Texas
Olivia Kim
What if I Didn’t Clean My Room?
I absolutely will not clean;
my parents are so mean.
Books and papers litter the floor
until the books block the door.
Dust and trash and ash rise and fall
covering all.
Leaves and twigs hide the house
falling bricks, tiles, plus one mouse.
Molding wood and more and more
nothing is from the store.
Such a horror.
Olivia Kim
The Story of Boaty Lakoot
(After “Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out”)
Boaty Lakoot Barout McDrath
Never, ever took a bath
And when she really wanted to play
Everyone said, “No, not today”
But her hair was so curly and long
It looked and felt so, so wrong
And that is the story of Boaty Lakoot
And how she had to wear 27 pairs of boots
Shifu Qian
Tawny Mawny Does Not Like to do the Laundry
(After “Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out”)
“Do the laundry” Tawny Mawny’s parents said
He said, “No” and went to bed
His parents dragged him back out
And smacked him until he made a shout
“Do the laundry!” they said
Screaming as he ran back to bed
He ran out of energy and then he said, “I will never do the laundry”
He could not go to sleep
Because he smelled like an old sheep
His bin was flooding his room
It smelled like an old tomb
Then, “BOOM!”
His wall burst open to find his mother doing the laundry
And she said, “Get back in your room!
The one that smells like an old tomb
Where it doesn’t shine
Oh, your in it…never mind
Zane Nasser
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