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Ben
If in the morning we had time, this dawdling, dear, would be no crime. we could slow down and think which way to get you ready for the day.

we'd take an hour to comb your hair, two hours to choose the clothes you'd wear, a half a day to tie your shoes, to fined the hat you always lose, anther day to wash your face; well, dear, ed do it at that pace.

But when I check the clock I see that times spend by and we must flee. Now let's get ready while we may well later have a chance to play. these dawdling tricks will have to wait. we're leaving now let's not be late!

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-Zoe-
"What'd you learn at school today?"
my mom will surely ask.
I certain that my answer
will leave her quite aghast.

I learned that spitballs stick to walls and on the teacher's cheek.
I learned I have detention
after school for one whole week.

I learned that the cafeteria
is a carrot "no fly" zone.
I learned that I will eat my lunch
in a small room all alone.

I learned that science chemicals \can make a stinking mess.
I learned that I lost the privilage
of enjoying noon recess.

I learned my vicious dodge-ball throws can hurt a person's chin.
I learned that I may no longer participate in gym.

I learned that the school bus is no place to trip people with my feet.
I learned that I will ride all year
in a private front row seat.

If moms would just quit asking,
"What'd you learn at school today?"
their hearts would not be broken and their hair would not turn gray.

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-Zoe-
I'm allergic to pencils
allergic to ink,
allergic to markers
and crayons, I think.

I'm allergic to homework,
allergic to rules
To sum it all up:
I'm allergic to schools.

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Where my feet go there goes me.
But one day we did not agree.
I thought we'd go to the  library
but my feet wanted to climb a tree

"Dear feet," I said, "oh please be fair." My feet said they'd be glad to share
So now we go everywhere

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-Zoe-
This is not what I asked for,
This is not what I'd planned
When I said, "Okay,
You can bury me
up to my neck in the sand."

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My heart is like a flying bird,
that sings a silly tune.
My heart is like a rocket ship,
that rushes to the moon.
My heart is like a big parade,where horns and trumpets play.
My heart is gladder than all these--
My birthday is today!

Make me a yummy  chocolate cake- with fancy frosting too.
Wrap me a present in silver and red-
a special one from you. Sing me the "Happy Birthday" song
and i will clap with glee--
For everyone can see I am
a one-year-older me!

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watch thou and wake when others be asleep.''
In the metal forest of scrap and hubcap, wreck and rust, he rules, GUARDIAN of the ruined, the mangled, the tangled, the disdained. His domain is measured in the links of a chain. NO slinking for him. He is the king of lunge and fang. when he dozes on this mangy heap, the gravel of a growl sticks in his throat. BEWARE HIS FEARFUL SHAPE, WATCHFUL EVEN IN SLEEP!
BY Tony Johnston

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-Zoe-
"Raise your hand
if your not here.
Do it now,
sometime next year.

"Please don't move
except to wiggle.
Do not laugh
except to giggle.

Sit up tall,
so you can't see.
Buy a ticket,
they are free.

"Close you mouth
and say hello.
Quickly do it
very slow

"Let's all cry
and have some fun.
We'll start as soon
as we are done."

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Marching bands
Firetrucks
Flags held high,
Barbecues
Hot dogs
Ice cream, pie
Fire crackers
Fire works
Up in the sky.
Little puppy
Born on the
Forth of July.

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we're spinning

we're spinning

we're spinning

around,
Downside

up and

upside

down.

We're whirling

we're twirling,

we're head

over heals

and farris

wheels.

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Always be kind to animals
Morning, noon and night.
For animals have feelings too,
And furthermore they bite!
By: John Gardner

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-Zoe-
Deer Teechur,

Pleeze ekcuze my pore sun Lee--
heeze got the grosist allergee.
Eech time he taykes a speling tesst
it gives him sorze akross his chesst.
The speing kwizz will klog hiz noze
and give him boyills on hiz toze.
Hiz riteing hand will swel and twittch
as all hiz porze beegin to ittch.
So juste to mayke shure heeze ocay,
he shudent tayke the tesst tooday.

Hiz Mom

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Krishiv
I mad ea noise this morning
That I didn't mean to make.
It truly was an accident,
An error,  a mistake.
I don't know how it happened,
But it suddenly was there,
Filled with great reverberations
That resounded the air.

It made a string impression
On  the people in the room.
A lot of them reacted
Like they'd heard a sonic boom.
They looked at one another
As if asking, "Was it you ?"They were laughing, they were pointing-
I behave the same way too.
I couldn't keep from joking
With the other girls and boys'
And never once admitted
It was I who made the noise.
Though I'm sorry I made it,
From the bottom of my heart,
In a way, my brief eruption
Was a little work of art

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Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gal light     He did a lazy sway .... He did a lazy sway.... To the tune o' those Weary Blues. With his ebony hands on each ivory key He made that poor piano moan with melody. O Blues! Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool. Sweet Blues! Coming from a black man's soul. O Blues! In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone K heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan--- "Ain't got nobody in all this world, Ain't got nobody but ma self. I's gwine to quit ma frownin' And put ma troubles on the shelf." Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor. He played a few chords then he sang some more---- " I got the Weary Blues And I can't be satisfied----- I ain't happy no mo'  And I wish that I had died." And far into the night he crooned that tune The stars went out and so did the moon. The singer stopped playing and went to bed While the Weary Blues echoed through his head. He slept like a rock or a man that's dead.
----- Langston Hughes

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Bare feet?

N E A T !

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 But a sly FLASH impostor could fool that romancer and close up she's likely to eat him! FLASH FLASH chomp chomp BURRRP
- Leslie Bulion

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I made a mess .
I let it go .
I used more toys .
The mess did grow.
I lost some crayons.
I spilled some glue.
I pulled out books.
The clutter grew.
And every time
that  I would play
I did not put
my things away.
Soon stuff covered all the floor. "That's  what ." I said
" the floors are for."
Junk all around
Mess on each shelf.
Till the day I could not
find my self

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Alligator pie, alligator pie, If I don't get some I think I'm gonna die.
Give away the green grass, give away the sky, But don't give away my alligator pie. Alligator stew, alligator stew, If I don't get some I don't know what I'll do. Give away my furry hat, give away my shoe , But don't give  away my alligator stew.

Alligator soup, alligator soup, If I don't get some get some I think I'm gonna droop.
Give away my hockey stick , give away my hoop,But don't give away my alligator soup.
-Dennis Lee

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A Rich girl moved in there, they said. And thought to find a golden head, Almost, with a diamond ears and eyes! But soon there came a nice surprise. They saw a child run out to see themselves. She yelled, Please play with me! And brought her doll, and skipped, and smiled, Like any other little child.

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Twitter-Twitter
SCREECH
Gulp
Chee-Chee-Chee
Aww Aww Aww
Brrrrt Brrrt
chaychit- chaychit
WEEP WEEP
c´maw cḿaw
Churp churp
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
sometimes I wish I spoke Bird

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Runndy Babbit mot all gunndy mak'in puddy mies
His wamma mashed him with the clothes
And hung him  out to dry
Toe jurtue said what are you do'in
so agrove high bround
"oh ,Im just rangin houned

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We bought her yummy dog treats
for 'sit," and 'beg," and 'stay,''. She just sits there and looks at us and them away. She digs and barks and jumps and runs.
She doesn't listen ever!
But Queenie knows she'll always rule our house and hearts forever. By: Peggy Archer

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we 're at the end  the very end the very very end no more words or pictures look no more stories in the book but there are other books to read hundreds thousands all we need any time in any weather we can sit right down together in the sand or in the sun choose a book that looks like fun one that's old or one that's new make-believe or really true I'll read one line I'll read two you'll read to me.

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CHEWY ON THE TABLE LEG. CHEWING ON THE CHAIR. CHEWING ON MY RUNNING SHOE. CHEWING ON THE STAIR.CHEWING ON MY BASEBALL HAT. CHEWING ON THE PHONE. CHEWING, CHEWING EVERYTHING EXCEPT HER RAWHIDE BONE!
Peggy Archer

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There Is a Flower at the Tip of My Nose Smelling Me

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There Is a Flower at the Tip of My Nose Smelling Me

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There is a flower at the tip of my nose smelling me. There is a sky at the end of my eye seeing me.  There is a road at the bottom of my foot walking me. There is a dog at the  end of my leash holding me. There is an ocean at the top of  my head swimming me. There is a sunrise at the edge of my skin praising me.  There is water at the tip of my tongue tasting me. There is a song deep in my body singing me. There is a dance that lives in my bones dancing me. There is a poem in the cradle of my soul rocking me. There is a pen nestled in my hand writing me. There is a story at the end of my arms telling me!
----- Alice Walker

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if you are a dreamer come in,
if you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar
a hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
if you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some  flax-golden tales to spin
COME! COME!

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There once was a gentleman bookworm ate his words with a fork and a spoon. When his friends crawled down from book end town, he offered them goodnight moon.

He fed them the wind in the willows and a page out of Charlotte's web. They were eating bizarre where the wild things are when one of the guestworms said
"How sinfully rich and delicious! why should anyone bother to cook ? you've done it dear boy! now sit down and enjoy a bite of this poetry book!"
Having dinner on the table of contents a worm wiggling up to the host said, "when do we eat ? "ah bon appetit!" cried the gentleman bookworm. "A toast! Here's a bowl of my favorite verses and a dish of ridiculous rhyme! but might i suggest...?" said the host to the guest, chew them slowly. One line at a time!"
so the worm waved her postage -stamp napkin. Curled up in a little ball, she proceeded to swallow the poems that fallow until she had swallowed them all.
- j. Patrick Lewis

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I smelled them from my room:a wafting wave of choclate - ness. I listened for movement,ears pricked lie a bat's. I crep't down, stepped over the sleeping dog. I felt the cold linolem on my bare toes. I saw the warm, thick brick of brownies. I slashed a huge chunk right out of the middle The gooey hunks of choclate winked at me as I gobbled them. Afterward, the pan gaped like an accusing eye. My head said Oops but my stomach said, Heavenly.

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Runny fad a hamily-
Matter of fact, he had
A sother and to bristers,
A dummy and a mad
His mamma fed him marrot cilk And parrot cie and such
And all of them were happy
In their cozy hunny butch

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Because I could my stop my bike
it kindly stopped for me.
Unluckily, it did not stop
until it hit a tree.
How fast we rode; at  what a speed
I pedaled down the hill!
I did not know the brakes were stuck
until I took that spill.
I must admit it was a thrill
to feel so fast and  free-
I think we would be whizzing still
if we 'd not not hit that tree

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Chunk a hunk a bubble gum. chunk a hunk a chew. chunk the chunk into a hunk of squishy, squoshy goo! snap it and then crack it. now your tongue knows hat to do: lob the glob inside your lips and push the whole thing through! now you've got a bubble It's getting bigger ...... STOP!
Chunk - a - hung - a bubble gum
Chunk-a-hunk-a...
POP!

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Don't try to warn that firefly dude.
He's all FLASH FLASH when he flies. A beetle with lightning-bug attitude who could meet a nasty surprise.

He'll fly and FLASH and wait for an answer- a FLASH gal who's happy to meet him. But a sly FLASH impostor could fool that romancer and close up she's likely to eat him! FLASH FLASH chomp chomp BURRRP
- Leslie Bulion

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I'm pretty sure my parents are pretending they are sick.
I know because I taught them both to do that little trick.
You blow your nose and hold your head and claim your brain is breaking.
And so, a pro like me would know my folks are clearly faking.
A little thing I learned in school convinced me I am right:
My parents are supposed to meet my principal tonight.
-Ted Scheu