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Shriyans Chaudhari Poem
Save me! Save me! I plead you!
For all the troubles, I'm going through.
The land for my clothes, the blue is my skin.
The wind is my blood, and the heat my kin.
The land that you stand on was once all mine.
But now you litter, and dirty me all the time.
My head and toe are melting, it'll leave me soon all blue.
What could happen next, you don't have a clue.
Blue is the ocean, with my children there.
The oil that you let out, kills them, leaving it all bare.
Dirty water, that's all you'll drink.
Human and life will soon reach extinction's brink.
Start saving fuel, and save me, too.
Use solar gadgets and plant trees, too.
Save Me! Save Me! I plead you,
For all the troubles, I'm going through.
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Shriyans Chaudhari Poem
How to recognize a witch
With her black hat and Broom?
Just by lookin' at her you'd hitch.
But which is a witch?
There are a few ways to know a witch
(Which I'll be tellin' you soon.)
That Witch O' she'll make you twitch,
But which is a witch?
The Witch could be your neighbor or your own teacher
a witch wears gloves to hide her beastly claws.
Don't go by her looks,it can always be a flaw!!
A witch is always bald and hides it with a wig.
she'd look to you like a pretty ol' doll
But she's one evil pig!!
you'd probably see her head twitch
But which is a witch?
A witch is always a female
(I don't mean to insult women)
But witches can never be a male.
It's the category they don't fit in.
Witches have no toes
just square feet for flight
try they to fit em' in slim pretty shoes.
You'd probably see her limp a slight.
Though these tips don't always work
they were told to me by my granddad.
But if you see ladies with these above things
You'd better run like mad!!!
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Shriyans Chaudhari Poem
The day the Sun stopped
the Moonwalker came along.
When he was jus' six he had worked
and was called ugly after his birth.
Then came his passion of singing,
he felt sad 'bout his upbringing.
The first black star to be starred on T.V.
On a channel called M.T.V.
He was swimming in cash.
All his albums were always a Bash.
Dangerous, HIStory then came Thriller
can you believe it he was just a miller?
As a 'Pop Star Legend' He was known.
a God to kids,teens and the growns.
Many surgeries did he go through,
Black to White,Plastics then came the flu.
Then came a tragic day,
The day twenty-five,six O' nine.
Death came on his sway,
there was mourning and grief
on his fans so divine.
We love You Michael
you will always be in our hearts.
You were, are and will be the best.
May God bless your soul
and give you rest..
R.I.P MICHAEL JACKSON.
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Shriyans Chaudhari Poem
There came a beast
ripping flesh with his claws
that was his feast
on those young lads.
After rippin' enough.
After tearin' enough
he saw the young gal
who shone like Opal
A tingle shot up his beastly spine,
a feeling to kill some swine.
He was in love
with this girl called Dove.
"But she's human!
she'd be terrified of me!
how do I convince her
that I'm no beast?"
He was confused,
he felt aghast!
He needed courage
and got it at last.
He walked out of his castle
after one-fifty years.
Terrifying the crowd going hustle bustle
To see his dearest dear.
When he saw her
she was terrified
and shone in a whitish allure.
She thought she'd faint or even die.
But at last saw she the good side
and dreamt to on Dracula's scales slide!
They left the place for the castle together
to live and to separate never.
"I've found my love!",Dracula thought.
To Dove, too had happiness brought.
No longer did Dracula kill or tear,
An ant, human or a bear.
"It is Dove
My dear love.
If not for her I'd cry and cry.
Or give up and die...die...die...I can't.
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