Long 6th grade Poems
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Luxurious little lemon tree
in the freshest garden next to a pea
was heartily happy and wildly free
She could be herself, and forever see
Chickadee’s nest and a drilling bee.
There was a haunting melody
Somewhere nearby a dog had dropped a D.
A forensic fellow’s forward-thinking fee
giggled a glorious glitzy genuine glee.
Shadows sheltered a shellfish-like she.
A kindly kingly kangaroo’s key
Languished and lollygagged near little Lee.
Where was the magnificent, marvelous me?
Hopping around on a nefariously naughty knee
Placating a pleasurable plebian plea.
Sprinkling a sprightly sparkling sparrow’s spree,
There was a terribly terrific turnabout toward lemon tea.
Wisely wandering within a wonderful whacky wee
Generously gyrating in genuine gallantry
Ending in a zesty zealous zealot-like Zee.
If I show you the real me
How soon will you laugh
Or turn away or hurt my soul?
I keep my heart hidden behind this mask.
She is doing her job, because so far
you have no idea who I am
I shall keep it this way, for I have been hurt
crucified and annihilated
I am broken, bruised,
I do not want you to see my black and blues
I keep my real self-hidden
not sure if I can ever show you
who I am
for fear you will reject me
and be repulsed by who you see.
today I may change my mask a tiny bit
give you a peek at my dazzle self
choose the pink one with sequins
but I will be wearing one
when I am with you
for I could not bear
for you to reject me too
I was a pretty devilish driver, fearlessly wreck-less; a deal is a deal.
I drove a car for six hundred miles, it lost its right front wheel.
I took the car back to the owner, made him give me back my money.
His mother never forgave me this, although she called me honey.
If I could re-do that day, and be nicer, kinder, a bit less me,
I think she and I might have been better friends, this I can plainly see.
I made him pay me back the entire $75. every single horrible dime.
Embarrasses me to this day, as the fault was truly and honestly mine.
I drove the wheels off that car, it was so bad that when I was completely done,
It had to be towed to a junk yard; I know for I married him, her only son.
The American Library Association
implores cognoscenti tubby alert
impersonators, who
call themselves Ernie and Bert
took a page from Sesame Street Playbook
oft times accompanied
by a Soundcloud of dirt,
boot none other then Pigpen,
(who worked for Peanuts),
and pay-dirt, though
dismissed, cuz he did not exert
true grit, plus more seriously scandalous
sordid details suppressed kept from press,
(which scurrilous breach of conduct
involved said scallywag
violating more than flirt
discovered in prurient compromised activity,
where his skin flute encircled,
with an ambrosia girt
transgressions possibly affected
public television station benefactors,
and sterling reputation of bottom line, nor hurt
locker talk (albeit via exaggerated mainly
to make a profit sounding proper
sanctimonious Cliff (hanging) notes,
asper faux expected by
a "FAKE" trumping prophet,
sans motley crue comic
stripped of more'n
motion picture PG ratings,
hence future lurid, graphic,
banal, ampersand
(&) dressing room banter
muted, disallowed, and banned
so storied characters birthed by Charles Shulz,
(who passed away prior to near canned
aforementioned indiscretion debacle)
returning amidst fanfare hoopla
much as possible grand
jour "Making Peanuts Great Again" hand
diddly restoring full metal paperback jacketed
glory and apple pie order land
ding rebirth of cherished popular iconic
easy to digest bookworm feed
which unexpectedly, inadvertently,
and horrifyingly
brewed ferocious breed
on par with the Alaskan Bull Worm,
whereat armed guards
strategically stationed
at libraries entrances indeed
aware voracious young readers,
would pay no heed
to any obstacle, and such unstoppable
ravishing knowledge
hungry kids did exceed
capacity security details dashed away,
faster then Clifford
the big red dog speed!
I am the king and the queen of my jungle.
Not identifying with either as separate or the same.
I am the big cat, and as such, the ruler of everything.
The ruler of the high. The ruler of the low.
The ruler of anything fast. The eater of the slow.
My happiest chances happen when I run into a throng of
Antelopes or gazelles, scaring them to death almost
Before they see me.
"Lion!" they yell. "Lion!"
It is the yell I love the most, for it makes me feel more powerful.
How can that be? You ask. You are already so powerful.
This is the curse of the lion.
Always dissatisfaction.
I want the power of the wind, the trees, and everything else.
Never satisfied, even after a tasty meal.
The curse of being me.
Here, hit me as hard as you can, please,” Squidward Tentacles says.
The customer who takes the bat, swivels her confused head.
She has no idea the reason he is saying this is Bob’s enthusiasm.
That he has returned to his cashier job at Krusty Krab, in the chasm.
“I am busy being dead or anything else,” he had said when leaving this job.
Missing this sarcastic, crusty old coot, was soon lamented by Sponge Bob.
After another April Fool’s joke goes wrong, Squidward snaps his thong.
“Oh, why is it whenever I’m having fun, it is somehow quite wrong?”
This crabby, grouchy, crazy, sidekick is hysterical in many a great way.
To not watch him in a Sponge Bob episode is a wasted TV Day.
We all have someone in our lives this grouch reminds us of, I bet.
I begin to grin as soon as I see Squidward Tentacles on my TV set.
Today's entertainment for the cave is easy.
We watch an easily manipulated grizzly fly into mama bear mode
She races toward the sea, plunging in, looking for her cub
He is not there.it was a lie; she looks furious!
She comes out sputtering, eats a few campers.
Spits out their stomachs.
They always eat the wrong foods! She shrieks.
Her mate is there now, he is holding back, he looks fearful.
He helps her look, but their son is nowhere in sight.
An evil crow sends them on a goose chase to the west.
The geese fly up in front of them, hitting their butts on rooftops.
It is insane how crazed Mama Bear appears now.
When should we tell her? Black Bear asks the other mama bears.
Let her chase through the meadow and stomp the flowers first.
Grizzly bear son appears at that second, ruining the women's fun.
It is over, until tomorrow when they plan to rile her up again.
No one riles faster than this grizzly bear mama
Or has made fewer friends; the other women despise her.
She overreacts to everything!
They have been the recipients of her wrath,
so they love watching her fly into a rage over nothing.
Unfortunately, it is their weekly entertainment.
Oh no! It’s those pushy snow pigs the cow lamented loudly.
You mean the knitters who announce their wares proudly?
Oh, yes, the cat replied. They are selling mittens and caps.
Can’t we buy those things online on one of those Amazon apps?
Let’s not be so hasty the rooster said, coming in crowing.
Those warm fuzzy caps come in handy when it is snowing.
Geese flying over in the shape of an inverted vee
Yelled down “Happy sale day, Ms. Sow and McPhee.”
The horse ran to their side to see what they were selling.
There was an old farmer there and he was hopping and yelling.
That’s too much!! I only have twenty-eight dollars and two cents.
Geese landed and bought all the scarves, but they caught on a fence.
The geese are all strangled! A hen said. They are all dead.
McPhee and Ms Sow did not mind. Their haul had put them in the red.
The farmer was astounded, and had to go without a cap.
I guess he’ll have to buy one on that Amazon app.
The trumpet sounded hearty and hale
What was that? Asked Daddy; he is all male.
I ignored this and leaned over a rail
A piece of shale! A piece of shale!
Our doggie Luther was wagging his tail
For down in the depths there was a whale
It looks so frail! Said my auntie Dale
She was writing her own holy grail
Along came captain carrying a pail
Watch out for the nail! He said to the quail
When will we sail? When will we sail?
Next, we saw a bride with white wedding veil
Cookies for sale! Cookies for sale!
Pushy girl scouts on board telling their tale
Solicitors on a cruise ship without fail
Someone is reading a book in Braille!
Take me to jail! Take me to jail!
A convict in orange who looks rather pale
Give me my mail! And then we can sail.
What about bail? Asks a lawyer named Dale
Wait for me yelled my annoying cousin Gale
She was holding a plastic colander with kale
The crackers are stale! The crackers are stale!
This was a wail from a toddler so pale
It was a few seconds longer before we could sail
rich fertile tree with brown-turning wrinkled leaves
surrounded by your own fruitful bounty
many rounded orbs with teeth marks in them
do Kansas deer have teeth?
begin to count them as I rake them up
one apple, two apples, three apples, four
lose count at fifty-eight or sixty-eight, unsure
it is going to be a hard winter I tell my husband,
sorting these apples is a mess.
some are barely salvageable, squishy and overused
there are few without defects, but I do not blame the tree
she does the best she can, every year
this year she surpassed herself
living up to prediction of Farmer’s almanac
winter will be colder and nastier than usual
which explains this unforeseen number of apples in October