I Tried to Find a Dinosaur

I tried to find a dinosaur.
I started in my yard.
I dug and dug for days and days.
The work was long and hard.

I dug through dirt and mud and muck.
I dug through rocks and soil.
My arms grew sore. My legs grew weak
from all the sweat and toil.

I shoveled tons of gravel out.
I moved a bunch of stones,
until, at last, to my surprise,
I found some fossil bones.

I put the bones together in
my bedroom on the floor.
When I was done, those bones had formed
a half a dinosaur.

My parents weren’t too happy when
I told them of my goal.
I found a half a dinosaur,
but then they found the hole 
I chose this poem because I flippin love dinosaurs.

I dug through dirt and mud and muck.
I dug through rocks and soil.
My arms grew sore. My legs grew weak
from all the sweat and toil.

I shoveled tons of gravel out.
I moved a bunch of stones,
until, at last, to my surprise,
I found some fossil bones.

I put the bones together in
my bedroom on the floor.
When I was done, those bones had formed
a half a dinosaur.

My parents weren’t too happy when
I told them of my goal.
I found a half a dinosaur,
but then they found the hole.

 --Kenn Nesbitt
i chose this poem because the parents didn't like the backyard.

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From the book When the Teacher Isn't Looking

 

I’m feeling sick and getting worse.
I think I’d better see the nurse.
I’m sure I should go home today.
It could be fatal if I stay.
I’m nauseated, nearly ill.
I have a fever and a chill.
I have a cold. I have the flu.
I’m turning green and pink and blue.
I have the sweats. I have the shakes,
a stuffy nose, and bellyaches.
My knees are weak. My vision’s blurred.
My throat is sore. My voice is slurred.
I’m strewn with head lice, ticks, and mites.
I’m covered in mosquito bites.
I have a cough, a creak, a croak,
a reddish rash from poison oak,
a feeble head, a weakened heart.
I may just faint or fall apart.
I sprained my ankle, stubbed my toes,
and soon I’ll start to decompose.
And one more thing I have today
that makes me have to go away.
It’s just as bad as all the rest:
I also have a science test.


I chose this because it sounds like me.

BY DARREN SARDELLI

Our teacher gave detention

to the fountains in the hall.

She handed extra homework

to the artwork on the wall.

 

We saw her point a finger

at a banner and a sign.

She said their bad behavior

was completely out of line.

 

The principal approached her

and said, “What is all this fuss?

I heard you tried to punish

all the tires on a bus.

 

“You’ve made the teachers angry

by disrupting all their classes,

so if you want to keep this job,

you have to wear your glasses!”

 I like this becuase it is really funny

Then Harry Potter toppled off,
and Judy Moody too.
I almost got knocked out by
Wimpy Kid and Nancy Drew.

Then Fancy Nancy whacked me.
All those Goosebumps were intense;
they landed with A Series
of Unfortunate Events.

So now I’m in a pile of books.
It’s something of a shame.
This never should have happened;
I have just my shelf to blame.
I chose this one because it was funny.

I made a wish. A simple wish.
It practically came true.
I wished I had a million dollars
and a pickle too.

I got the million dollars,
but I really can’t say why
I never got the pickle.
I think I’m going to cry.

 --Kenn Nesbitt

decas i love yenysn and love fany thengs
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d

It likes to blink
and buzz and beep
to wake me up
when I’m asleep.

I sometimes find
it’s made a call
without me touching
it at all.

If it gets bored,
before too long,
it might decide
to play a song,

or maybe shoot
a video,
or send a tweet,
or watch a show,

or play a game,
or send a text.
I never know
what’s coming next.

Today I left
my phone at home.
While I was gone
it wrote this poem.

it made me lafe

just the other day.

I never should have done it,

for now I’m stuck this way.

 --Kenn Nesbitt

on your favorite ninety-minute movie

but futsal is like 

fast forward

for forty

supercharged minutes.
I like this poem because it talk's about soccer and movement.

just the other day.

I never should have done it,

for now I’m stuck this way.

I like this because it is short and funny.

 --Kenn Nesbitt

I made a wish. A simple wish.
It practically came true.
I wished I had a million dollars
and a pickle too.

I got the million dollars,
but I really can’t say why
I never got the pickle.
I think I’m going to cry.

Because I want money to sent with B