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Elizabeth Mccabe Poem
Yellin'
Screamin'
Shoutin' out your lungs!
It's the time of year when eveyone's
havin' football fun!
They throw the ball,
the crowd goes wild,
the players all run,
while the sideliners,
are jumpin' in their team's colors!
They tackle the wrong guy,
While the other guy flies by!
He falls on the zone,
He did it on his own,
The team screams, runs on the field,
and thank goodness the stands are made of steel.
The crazies' run on the field, painted all over,
the boa's, the wigs,the goofieballness,
TWEET!
The ref is glad that they've had their fun, but the day has a setting sun!
The crowd moves off, and they pray.....
The kick the field goal.........
HE MADE IT!!!
HORRRAAHHHHHHH!!!!!
Yellin'
Screamin'
Shoutin' out your lungs!
It's the time of year when eveyone's
havin' football fun!
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Elizabeth Mccabe Poem
Heat up the water in a big pot.
Wait until it is boiling hot!
Pour it into a big ol' cup,
Put in a tea bag then stir it on up.
Put in some sugar, maybe some milk,
Stir it on up one again then maybe just maybe...
have a couple of cookies to finish it up.
Tea for friend is so good when your up for some fun
and you never knew, that makin' tea could be SO fun!!!
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Enjoy a cup of tea today!!!
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Elizabeth Mccabe Poem
Weather is all around us now,
No time for crying now,
For the rain will come and you will get soaked,
But crying will make you even more soaked!
Snow will come and it will give you a chill,
But crying will make you look like you have icicle gills!
The sun will beat down like percipitation,
But you tears will just have been through evaporation!
The leaves will fall and the cold winds will blow,
But your tears and the leaves will meet and say 'hello!'
The warmness will come out from below,
And your tears will help the flowers grow!
The weather says do not cry for you will be wasting all your time!
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Elizabeth Mccabe Poem
The wind blows through my cap.
The hair that hangs out whips around my hat.
I sat by the roaring fire by I must get inspired.
Mom pushes me out saying "Get out!'
The smell of turkey fills the air as the footballs fly through the air.
Family, and friends gather together as the wind gets heavier.
Mother becounds all, who comes in bouncing off the walls.
The table is set for the feast of many filling us with pleanty.
Turkey, gravy, and potatoes all are great for us fellows, who run and play enjoyig the day.
Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving, thank you for giving me so many blessings!
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Elizabeth Mccabe Poem
Homework, friends, no time to spend,
watching TV or being lazy.
Assigned to work, no choses for you,
but TOUGH cookies all the pressures on you know who!
Tests, quizes, and exams, the teachers say 'SHAZAM!'
Think they know how hard it can be, on one who is always busy?!
NO!
5 pages of notes to copy down 'it'll take two minutes, no sweat' they say!
HELLO!! we are DIEING overhere anyway!
5 pages of notetaking,
an essay you must write,
and don't forget about all that homework for tonight!
The powerpoint that must be 56 slides, is due today, but I forgot to do that anyway!
That song you must compose that has to be meant for the sapranos, happens to be in your
desk, along with the rest on your info. for the test!(it happens to be open notes!)
For Spanish you find out you grabbed the wrong book, and you must look at the example
that's in YOUR BOOK!
Then comes the hardest part of your day, returning home to hear your mother say.....
"Hi honey, how was YOUR day? Got a little bit of homework?"
You just sigh and say forget it anyway!
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Elizabeth Mccabe Poem
~~~~The rain just inspired me to write this, not the best, but it is something.~~~~
Silent rain hits the ground.
While the gutters make all the sound.
The smog covers up my window.
Drip, Drop, Plop, Plop,
The silent rain hits the ground.
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