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The tree in the front yard is full of stars.
I hear the car door, and I cringe.
Then I hear the creek of the hinge.
My mom storms in, all in a tizzy.
Then she starts yelling, and it makes me feel dizzy.
“Sara why are their stars on the tree?”
“Stars? On a tree? That’s as crazy as can be!”
“I know What I saw, and I know it was you.
Why just one look and instantly knew!! Fleaijpifams;kfakvapojkpaeojfpaojfpoajf
“Are you ok? What is going on?”
“I think she’s gone crazy, just tell me I’m wrong!”
“You’re probably right. Maybe she’ll be fine”
“Doubt it,” they said “she’s out of her mind!”
once upon a time
a girl began to rhyme
she started with a lullaby
and then began to fly
of course she said
i could’ve said said die
but then it would be over
as i rhyme she tells grover
things come to be
including a door that goes squee
just last night she flew over head
as i look up at mars
below me will be a tree filled with stars
and that my friend
is how we’ve reached the end
and pulled me by my fingers
the way you might lead a reluctant dog
I’d barely finished thinking
What’s all the fuss?
when we burst out the screen door
and I could see in the mumbling twilight
that the tree in the front yard
was full of stars
Where did they come from?
Her small voice rang among them
like jewels in a tin can
I didn’t know what to say
so I said what I suddenly felt
was clearly, inexplicably true:
The same place we did.
There is a single elm tree
Growing alone and lonely
Its hungry arms reaching skyward
Gnarled limbs of ancient past
For a taste of the stars.
As the moon rises
And the sky burns bright with starlight
Its branches catch and hold
As many as they can.
Along the trunk vines entwined
A mixture of rough and smooth combined
And along the roots that trip and fall
Three blooms of flowers oh so small
And in the branches that twirl and dance
They give the unfortunate a second chance
For here lays stars that shine in pride
A true wonder of worlds collide
For why its here we’ll never know
Almost as strange as the closet veiled in snow.
I was watching tv
When my brother said,
The tree in the
Backyard is full
“I know what to
Do. Make a black hole,
to suck up the stars.”
I said. But the black hole
was stronger than I thought.
So in my backyard I was not.
I fell into the black hole,
alongside a garden mole.
Every drawer in the house is full of sand.
The house flooded
while you were on the deck
with water to the ceiling.
While we were inside floating
I noticed it was salty
From the ocean
And sand was settling
in the drawers.
There are no leaks in the pipes
So that’s all I can say.
Well i wanted to go to the beach but that was 3 million miles away, so i yelled at a tree until it told me the way to a wish granting fairy. then i climbed up a mountain, i crossed the desert, i rode a Micropachycephalosaurus over the ocean, acted in karate kid, and visited 79 states. Then i finally found that fairy and told her that i wanted to go to the beach. BUT that fairy was mean and teleported me back home and filled our house with sand sooooooo i quickly called some people and told them that i need all of his sand out of my house! BUT they just put all the sand in all the drawers of our house! And i did not have enough time to throw it away.
I was sitting on the couch all scrunched in a bunch
watching my show when a cold blow ran through the house
as my girlfriend was home in pants and a blouse.
she opened her spitting drawer to spit
and what she saw made her sit
“There’s sand in my spitting drawer, and I don’t want it there anymore!”
A sudden noise clouded her tears, a laugh from the bedroom
we ran and saw three bears standing there
I grabbed the broom
to shoo away those bears but they went up in a poof of sand
inside of that drawer was a canned band
The contents of everything on the bed they sat
But one thing was missing- MY HAT!
Peggy looked through the rest of the drawers all filled with sand while I cried
to console me she tried
The hat was from my grunkle Aaron
before he was killed by a Karen
(He was the manager)
“How can this occur?”
Peggy questioned aloud as if to a crowd
and indeed a crowd there was
for the simple reason of because
-Molly St. Martin
Every drawer is filled with sand
because of Phil the mailman.
His bag was filled with antique clocks,
cushioned by his purple socks.
Without his socks, Phil’s feet were sweaty
making walking very hefty.
Poor old Phil, dropped his mail
when he saw a hairless tail.
The rats acceded from a pond
and chewed until the clocks were gone.
What was left was antique sand
and Phil who thought that this was grand.
He sold the sand for 12 smooth rocks
to me who wanted a sandbox.
There is no box to put the sand
so in the drawers the sand will land.
– Siena Stiles
“Explain why every drawer is full of sand”
I must lie “how out of this land…”
All the drawers are full and heaping
I look down to keep from peeping
Oh what a sight you might never see
It could be lava, cotton candy, or even tea
But today it was sand, heavy and brown
Tension and confusion silenced ever sound
They would never understand, the reason why
That a square shaped man with a pink bow tie
He reasoned and pleaded, for over an hour
That I might watch his sand while he took a quick shower
Little had I known, that the sand he cared for
Was more than just a handful, when I looked out the door
Piles and mounds rolling over the turf
I think he said 4 beaches worth!
There’s an elephant in the hot tub.
He walked in through the door
and onto the floor
out the back door
and into the hot tub.
I’ve tried to move him
but he won’t budge.
I guess he likes the hot water.
So I left him there
and read on the couch
until you came home.
The elephant came from a magical land.
He didn’t like mud baths that also had sand.
He didn’t feel like he got any cleaner.
In fact, what happened is he only got greener.
So he hopped on a plane to find something to clean him.
He climbed up a tree and hung out on a tree limb.
He saw a small house and thought “That looks just right,”
He walked through the door and what came in sight?
A miraculous hot tub! He splashed and he played.
After looking, he was covered in leaves and hay.
He sank under the water and blew bubbles – blub, blub.
And that’s why there’s an elephant in our hot tub!
There is an elephant in the bathtub
I swear there is a good story
I was on amazon
Did you know elephants are 1.40?
There’s nothing to worry about
I swear I’m fine
Yes I’m aware,
none of this rhymes
I bought him because
Well, quarantine’s boring…
At least I still got the bathtub working
It’s snowing in your bedroom closet.
When my dad came home one night he said:
“It’s snowing in your closet!”
I didn’t know what to say for it was snowing in my closet
I realized that it wasn’t snow but it was mashed potatoes.
It was the leftovers from last Thanksgiving
Who mastered levitation?
They always left a drip drip drip
When I tried to sleep.
Two weeks later drips had stopped
I looked inside my closet
And I said,” Pass the gravy.”
It’s as plain as it can be, the elephant made me bump my knee
I flew across the world and landed “kerplunk” in the sea
I shivered and swam all last night, and when I came to the castle “oh what a sight!”
And they awarded me something with a possibility
They cheered, with some a tear, they danced
And for me a big chest with all those goodies your richies can hold
But as I, I just laughed at them and so they said
“Oh yeah, we’ll take care of that!” as they pointed to a hat and made…
“Wait, umm, what was I supposed to explain..?”, I said to Jane.
And that’s why I’m saying “WHY is it snowing in the closet?!”
And at the rate I’m going I don’t think it will ever happen soon.
The boy next door, who’s named Bernard,
And lives in a somewhat muddy barn yard,
Decided to get himself a fine white camel,
But rode him into a prickly bramble.
The camel whistled high and low,
And to Bernard’s surprise it started to snow.
Bernard got scared and away he ran,
But the camel followed him into a can.
They both got stuck,
In the sticky muck,
As the can rolled and struck my duck.
My duck decided to run away,
But the can was sticking like a piece of hay.
My duck ran inside our house,
And got his nose stuck inside a blouse.
And all the while the camel was whistling,
And the snow was following like it was attached to a string.
My duck fell over and rolled in my closet,
And then the camel finally lost it.
He whistled loud, and he whistled clear,
Witch woke me up and hurt my ear.
My closet was now full of snow,
And that is all you need to know.
– Raya Stiles
The kitchen table is stuck to the ceiling.
See, Mom, it started when I got out of bed
Came down with heaps of glue in my head
I started to scream
Before I’d seen
The two flower pots had been wed
They were saying their vows, I rushed
Towards them, extremely flushed
When lo and behold
It became cold
And that’s when the lemonade gushed
I left the vases and ran to get towels
Before it could be eaten by owls
Who were up
In a cup
Emptying their very full bowels
The kangaroo – not sure where he came from
All I know is that he was quite angry and glum –
Then took all my glue
And stuck the table on the ceiling, that bum!
I tried to explain
How the table got up there
But I kept laughing
Laughing and laughing
Cause I knew how it did, and
My brother had hid
-Jackson Van Pelt
I was making pancakes.
You said that I could.
I got out ingredients, just like you would.
I poured syrup slowly with no need to race,
But still I spilled it all over the place.
Before I could clean it, a knock on the door…
And a party for me walked in on the floor.
Jugglers and clowns and a guy singing tunes
And each of them carrying a dozen balloons.
When I heard you coming I told them to hide
Under the table, though it isn’t too wide.
They crowded in with the balloons under there
And the table began to rise through the air.
So, because I wanted pancakes and didn’t stay in bed
Our only kitchen table is now stuck overhead.
The bathtub has been replaced with a garden.
A pig took bath,
he left so much grime,
that dirty little swine,
that the consistency was thicker,
Then he coughed up his breakfast,
carrots and broccoli,
rotten cabbage and more.
That disgusting little pet,
my mom, she did fret.
Soon all of his breakfast,
it began to grow.
1 inch, 2 inch, 3, maybe 4.
He never even said ‘pardon’.
Oh my, the bathtub has been replaced
with a garden.
There is a garden in the
Bathtub because my little sister is
Trying to do a science project
And she accidentally open a portal
To the place where the easter
Bunny lives. Then she took a
Whole garden. But she did not
Think about where to put it,
Sooo, she decided to put it
Ba, ba, baaaaaaa! In the bathtub!
The pages of all the books in the house are missing.
The pages in every book are gone!
Ripped, and torn, they’ve been that way since dawn
How would you explain that?
Well he may look fluffy
but he’s a toughy
So I think the culprit is the cat
9. The chair in your living room is talking.
Well first off let me
say that the chair
in the living room
isn’t going to stay
I took a trip to
Spain and I was a
bit in pain
I saw the chair over
there and then it
It started to bounce
and it suddenly
pounced on top of
a phone that was
ringing a tone
swallowed it and
started to submit
an application to
Stanford which is
right next to my house
Long story short I
filed a report but
now we’re stuck
with the chair until
Everyone in your house is suddenly speaking French.
“Qu’est-ce qui se passe ici?” (what is going on here?)
“Sorry what was that grandpa?”
“Pourquoi un arbre pousse-t-il hors de l’évier?” (why is there a tree growing out of the sink?)
I can’t understand my grandpa!
I don’t know what to do!
There’s a tree in the sink and it’s giving off a stink.
I think he’s speaking french!
How could that have happened?
I know what it was he must have met Mr Batman!
No that couldn’t be he must have been to the sea!
But do fish speak french?
Or maybe he went to the circus and met a talking lion!
But do talking lions speak in french?
Hm well maybe he sat on a bench and talked to the birds and talked to the bees, forgot our native language which is English to you and me, but he’s speaking french right now and I will tell you how.
He met Mr batman while taking a walk,they walked to the sea to see all the fish,the fish told them to go to the circus, so they went to the circus and
met the lion the lion was talking so they talked to the lion, the lion said that the park was nice, so they went to the park while eating some ice, they sat
on a bench and talked to the birds they talked to the bees,my grandpa learned french so now you see, my grandpa leaned french but he can’t speak
to me, which is a problem but the problem just got bigger cause the tree in the sink just turned into some water but the water is a pond and it’s growing out of the sink i don’t know how it’s growing but it’s giving of a stink!
My grandpa is speaking in french and i can’t understand him, maybe i should just go sit on the bench.