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I rode a rainbow unicorn.
We sailed across the sky.
(I’d fed him lots of Skittles,
since they always make him fly.)

We took off like a comet
on a long and graceful flight.
And everywhere the people stopped
and marveled at the sight.

His path was bright and colorful.
It sparkled, shimmered, shined,
as he arced across the heavens
shooting rainbows from behind.

--Kenn Nesbitt

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by harry
kenn nesbitt

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I had a little problem.It gave me quite a scare.I looked into the mirrorand saw a pimple there.That pimple was enormousand growing on my nose,both bigger than a button,and redder than a rose.I knew my friends would notice.I thought that they would stare.I figured they would laugh at meto see that pimple there.So that’s when I decidedI would give them a surprise.I grabbed a pen and drew on ittwo tiny little eyes.I drew a nose, a mouth, two ears,a mustache, and a beard,to make my pimple obviousand wonderful and weird.My drawing was a winnerand a hit with every friend.Now painting on our pimplesis the hottest fashion trend

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I had a little problem.It gave me quite a scare.I looked into the mirrorand saw a pimple there.That pimple was enormousand growing on my nose,both bigger than a button,and redder than a rose.I knew my friends would notice.I thought that they would stare.I figured they would laugh at meto see that pimple there.So that’s when I decidedI would give them a surprise.I grabbed a pen and drew on ittwo tiny little eyes.I drew a nose, a mouth, two ears,a mustache, and a beard,to make my pimple obviousand wonderful and weird.My drawing was a winnerand a hit with every friend.Now painting on our pimplesis the hottest fashion trend

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Kenn Nesbitt

Kyra Griffiths

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little ears soft as silk
little teeth white as milk
little nose cool and pink
little eyes blink and blink
josh b favorite po

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My teacher took my iPod.
She said they had a rule;
I couldn’t bring it into class
or even to the school.

She said she would return it;
I’d have it back that day.
But then she tried my headphones on
and gave a click on Play.

She looked a little startled,
but after just a while
she made sure we were occupied
and cracked a wicked smile.

Her body started swaying.
Her toes began to tap.
She started grooving in her seat
and rocking to the rap.

My teacher said she changed her mind.
She thinks it’s now okay
to bring my iPod into class.
She takes it every day.

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When Frankenstein was just a kid,
he ate his greens. It’s true. He did!
He ate his spinach, salads, peas,
asparagus, and foods like these,
and with each leaf and lima bean
his skin became a bit more green.

On chives and chard he loved to chew,
and Brussels sprouts and peppers too,
until he ate that fateful bean
that turned his skin completely green.
He turned all green, and stayed that way,
and now he frightens folks away.

Poor Frankenstein, his tale is sad,
but things need not have been so bad.
It’s fair to say, if only he
had eaten much less celery,
avoided cabbage, ate no kale,
why, then, we’d have a different tale.

So, mom and dad, I’m here to say
please take these vegetables away
or my fate could be just as grim.
Yes, I could end up green like him.
So, mom and dad, before we dine,
please give a thought to Frankenstein.

- -Kenn Nesbitt
(Josh.W's Fav Poem)

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Dear Santa, did you get my tweet
of presents I would think are sweet?
And what about my Facebook post
of toys and stuff I want the most?

Dear Santa, did you read my blog?
That’s where I keep a running log
of all the times that I’ve been good
and doing things I know I should.

I hope you saw my Instagram,
my email wasn’t flagged as spam,
you’ve seen my YouTube channel too
and all my texts have made it through.

Wait, does the North Pole even get
computers and the Internet?
I hope it does. I mean, it better,
or I might have to write a letter.

--Kenn Nesbitt
(Sally's Favourite poem)

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While shopping at the pet store
I got my fondest wish.
I bought myself a fish bowl
and then a pair of fish.

And since I was already
out shopping at the store
I thought I ought to purchase
another smidgen more.

And so I got a rabbit,
a hamster and a frog,
a gerbil and a turtle,
a parrot and a dog.

I purchased an iguana,
a tortoise and a rat,
an eight-foot anaconda,
a monkey and a cat.

A guinea pig, a gecko,
a ferret and a mouse,
and had them all delivered,
directly to my house.

My sister went berzerko!
She’s now installing locks,
because I said her bedroom
would be their litter box!
Kenn Nesbitt
grace murphy 😜

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when Grandma goes for gold in
The Olympic games this year,
She’ll laugh at her competitors
And make them quake with fear.She’s ninety-nine years old
But, in athletics, she’s been blessed.
The trouble is she can’t decide
Which sport she plays the best.She’s such an ace at archery.
She’s queen of the canoe.
She’s tough to top at taekwondo
And table tennis too.She dominates the diving board.
She tromps the trampoline.
At lifting weights and wrestling
She’s the best you’ve ever seen.She speeds across the swimming pool
To slake the summer heat.
On BMX and mountain bike
She simply can’t be beat.She’s highest in the high jump,
And a champ at hammer throwing,
Magnificent in marathons,
Remarkable at rowing.She beats the best at boxing.
At the pole vault she is peerless.
Her fencing is the finest;
She is positively fearless.She’s masterful at basketball,
She truly rules the court,
And equally incredible
At every other sport.But what we find astonishing
And something of a shocker
Is how she wins all contests
With her wheelchair and her walker

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I’m Joe the Emoji.
I  when I’m glad.
I  when I’m angry.
I  when I’m sad.

Whenever I’m silly
my  goes like this.
I  if I like you,
or blow you a .

I  when I’m tired.
I  when afraid.
I have the most flexible
ever made.

I hope that you  me
and don’t think I’m rude.
I’m Joe the Emoji.
I’m one  dude. kenn nesbitt

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My puppy plays piano.It’s the strangest thing to see.It seems, while I was practicing,he learned by watching me.He started out on chopsticks,then he learned to play some Bach.It wasn’t long before he knewthe blues and classic rock.He also taught my kitten howso they could play duets,and then they taught guitar and drumsto all my other pets.They formed a band and practiced hardand traveled all around,and instantly got famousfor their catchy “Pet Rock” sound.They made a smash hit recordand it wasn’t very longbefore my pets were millionairesbecause they wrote this song.–Kenn Nesbitt

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My puppy plays piano.It’s the strangest thing to see.It seems, while I was practicing,he learned by watching me.He started out on chopsticks,then he learned to play some Bach.It wasn’t long before he knewthe blues and classic rock.He also taught my kitten howso they could play duets,and then they taught guitar and drumsto all my other pets.They formed a band and practiced hardand traveled all around,and instantly got famousfor their catchy “Pet Rock” sound.They made a smash hit recordand it wasn’t very longbefore my pets were millionairesbecause they wrote this song.–Kenn Nesbitt

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Felicity ward

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A little peach                           A little peach in the orchard grew,A little peach of emerald hue;Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew,It grew.One day, passing that orchard through,That little peach dawned on the viewOf Johnny Jones and his sister Sue,Them two.Up at that peach a club they threw,Down from the stem on which it grewFell that peach of emerald hue.Mon Dieu!John took a bite and Sue a chew,And then the trouble began to brew,Trouble the doctor couldn’t subdue.Too true!Under the turf where the daisies grewThey planted John and his sister Sue,And their little souls to the angels flew,Boo hoo!What of that peach of the emerald hue,Warmed by the sun, and wet by the dew?Ah, well, its mission on earth is through.Adieu! --Eugene Field

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A little peach                           A little peach in the orchard grew,A little peach of emerald hue;Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew,It grew.One day, passing that orchard through,That little peach dawned on the viewOf Johnny Jones and his sister Sue,Them two.Up at that peach a club they threw,Down from the stem on which it grewFell that peach of emerald hue.Mon Dieu!John took a bite and Sue a chew,And then the trouble began to brew,Trouble the doctor couldn’t subdue.Too true!Under the turf where the daisies grewThey planted John and his sister Sue,And their little souls to the angels flew,Boo hoo!What of that peach of the emerald hue,Warmed by the sun, and wet by the dew?Ah, well, its mission on earth is through.Adieu! --Eugene Field

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by harrison

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Broccoli for breakfast.
Broccoli for lunch.
Broccoli that’s tender.
Broccoli with crunch.

Broccoli for dinner.
Broccoli for snacks.
Broccoli in boxes
and baskets and sacks.

Broccoli for weeks and
for months and for years.
It’s up to my eyeballs.
It’s up to my ears!

I used to like broccoli
but now, I’m afraid,
its beauty, at best,
is beginning to fade.

It’s lacking in luster.
It’s lost all its charm.
But that’s how it goes
on a broccoli farm.

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My mother does my homework.
She thinks it’s loads of fun.
She says that she’s just “helping” me
but, soon enough, it’s done.

We sit down at the dinner table
every single night.
She answers all the questions
and she always gets them right.

And now and then, she’ll tell me
I should go and take my bath.
When I get back, I find she’s done
my science and my math.

You’d think that I’d be overjoyed
to never have to work.
But every time she “helps me out”
I nearly go berserk.

I ask if I can do it, but
she shrugs off my requests.
So all my grades are crummy
since she doesn’t take my tests.

--Kenn Nesbitt
(Bella)

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My mother does my homework.
She thinks it’s loads of fun.
She says that she’s just “helping” me
but, soon enough, it’s done.

We sit down at the dinner table
every single night.
She answers all the questions
and she always gets them right.

And now and then, she’ll tell me
I should go and take my bath.
When I get back, I find she’s done
my science and my math.

You’d think that I’d be overjoyed
to never have to work.
But every time she “helps me out”
I nearly go berserk.

I ask if I can do it, but
she shrugs off my requests.
So all my grades are crummy
since she doesn’t take my tests.

--Kenn Nesbitt

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I an’t get enough of this Pokémon Go.
The fever is on me
and starting to grow.
This game is amazing!
I thought you should know.
There’s nothing I want to do more.

I play on the playground.
I play in the park.
I play in the daytime.
I play after dark.
I’m constantly playing,
but I should remark
this game sure is making me sore.

While playing today
I ran into a wall.
I stumbled and fell down
the stairs at the mall.
I tripped on the street and
had such a bad fall,
I probably fractured my toe.

My forehead is hurting.
My bottom feels bad.
This tripping and falling
is making me mad.
The game is amazing,
but maybe I’ve had
enough of this Pokémon Go.

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Our teacher likes Minecraft.
She plays it all day.
She tells us to study
so she can go play.

She’ll dig in her mine,
going deeper and deeper,
then fight off a skeleton,
zombie, or creeper.

She’ll engineer buildings
from dirt, wood, and stone,
then go out exploring
the landscape alone.

She’ll build and collect and
she’ll run, jump, and swing.
There’s only one problem…
we don’t learn a thing.

(noah.w)

--Kenn Nesbitt

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I played a game.I rode my bike.I had a snack.I took a hike.I read a book.I watched T.V.I built a fort.I climbed a tree.I surfed the web.I played guitar.I caught a buginside a jar.I called my friends.I dug a hole.I kicked a ball.I scored a goal.I had a swim.I learned to skate.I played with toys.I stayed up late.It’s fair to sayI do like school,but even more, though,weekends rule! --Kenn Nesbitt

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I played a game.I rode my bike.I had a snack.I took a hike.I read a book.I watched T.V.I built a fort.I climbed a tree.I surfed the web.I played guitar.I caught a buginside a jar.I called my friends.I dug a hole.I kicked a ball.I scored a goal.I had a swim.I learned to skate.I played with toys.I stayed up late.It’s fair to sayI do like school,but even more, though,weekends rule! --Kenn Nesbitt

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I got some hot sauce in my eye.It caused a painful tear.I showed it to my mom and she said,“That’s a bad eye, dear.”

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I got some hot sauce in my eye.It caused a painful tear.I showed it to my mom and she said,“That’s a bad eye, dear.”

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A nail.
A nickel.
A snail.
A pickle.
A twisted-up
slinky.
A ring for
my pinky.
A blackened
banana.
A love note
from Hannah.
My doodles
of rockets.
The lint from
my pockets.
A fork-like
utensil.
But sorry…
no pencil.

Hello, my friends. My name is Mike.
I never hike or ride a bike.
You see, the only thing I like
is playing lots of Minecraft.

I never run, or climb a tree,
or sail a ship across the sea.
Why, I don’t even watch TV.
I just play lots of Minecraft.

I don’t play sports of any sorts,
on basketball or tennis courts,
in training shoes and running shorts.
I’m only good at Minecraft.

You’ll never see me pet the cat,
or shop online to buy a hat,
or instant message, text, or chat.
I’m busy playing Minecraft.

In fact, I’m busy as can be,
so if you’d like to talk to me,
there’s just one way, and that, you see,
is multiplayer Minecraft.
ben's
favorite

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It’s Opposite Day!
It’s Opposite Day!
The day to do things
in the opposite way.

I wear my pants backward.
My shirt’s inside out.
I scream to talk softly.
I whisper to shout.

I write with my foot and
I kick with my hand.
I stare with my eyes closed.
I sit down to stand.

I drink from a plate and
I eat from a cup.
I climb into bed when
it’s time to wake up.

I frown when I’m happy.
I smile when I’m sad.
I say, “I like liver,
but ice cream is bad.”

I claim that it’s dark
when it’s sunny and bright.
If something is black,
I insist that it’s white.

I stand still for dancing.
When running, I crawl.
So please understand:
I don’t like you at all.

--Kenn Nesbitt
(Lola's favourite poem)

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When Grandma goes for gold in
The Olympic games this year,
She’ll laugh at her competitors
And make them quake with fear.

She’s ninety-nine years old
But, in athletics, she’s been blessed.
The trouble is she can’t decide
Which sport she plays the best.

She’s such an ace at archery.
She’s queen of the canoe.
She’s tough to top at taekwondo
And table tennis too.

She dominates the diving board.
She tromps the trampoline.
At lifting weights and wrestling
She’s the best you’ve ever seen.

She speeds across the swimming pool
To slake the summer heat.
On BMX and mountain bike
She simply can’t be beat.

She’s highest in the high jump,
And a champ at hammer throwing,
Magnificent in marathons,
Remarkable at rowing.

She beats the best at boxing.
At the pole vault she is peerless.
Her fencing is the finest;
She is positively fearless.

She’s masterful at basketball,
She truly rules the court,
And equally incredible
At every other sport.

But what we find astonishing
And something of a shocker
Is how she wins all contests
With her wheelchair and her walker.

--Kenn Nesbitt

(Ava's favorite poem

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My puppy likes the water. My puppy likes to swim. I’ve never seen a puppy who swims as much as him. He swims not on the surface,but only underneath. And maybe I should warn you,he has very scary teeth. Whenever people see him they’re frightened of his grin. Or maybe it’s his lack of fur. Or maybe it’s his fin. If you should buy a puppy,just get the kind that barks. Don’t be like me. I bought mineat a store that just sells sharks. --Kenn Nesbitt

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My puppy likes the water. My puppy likes to swim. I’ve never seen a puppy who swims as much as him. He swims not on the surface,but only underneath. And maybe I should warn you,he has very scary teeth. Whenever people see him they’re frightened of his grin. Or maybe it’s his lack of fur. Or maybe it’s his fin. If you should buy a puppy,just get the kind that barks. Don’t be like me. I bought mineat a store that just sells sharks. --Kenn Nesbitt

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wil rooney

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I can’t get enough of this Pokémon Go.
The fever is on me
and starting to grow.
This game is amazing!
I thought you should know.
There’s nothing I want to do more.

I play on the playground.
I play in the park.
I play in the daytime.
I play after dark.
I’m constantly playing,
but I should remark
this game sure is making me sore.

While playing today
I ran into a wall.
I stumbled and fell down
the stairs at the mall.
I tripped on the street and
had such a bad fall,
I probably fractured my toe.

My forehead is hurting.
My bottom feels bad.
This tripping and falling
is making me mad.
The game is amazing,
but maybe I’ve had
enough of this Pokémon Go.

--Kenn Nesbitt
Jacob A's favourite poem

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Our teacher likes Minecraft.
She plays it all day.
She tells us to study
so she can go play.

She’ll dig in her mine,
going deeper and deeper,
then fight off a skeleton,
zombie, or creeper.

She’ll engineer buildings
from dirt, wood, and stone,
then go out exploring
the landscape alone.

She’ll build and collect and
she’ll run, jump, and swing.
There’s only one problem…
we don’t learn a thing.

--Kenn Nesbitt
(Miss D's favourite poem)