Rickety rackety ruffled ridiculous Rhine,
Make her hair stick out like a ball of twine
Let it fall out on the floor and in church too
Put a permanent skunk in her chimney wazoo
Make her look silly in front of thousands I say
Take away her fun, sabotage her in every way
If she takes a step, let her trip on her ugly tongue
Do not let her make friends or have any fun
Slickety Slackety shuffled sure enough complete
Take away her taste buds to taste anything sweet
Give her cheeks a headache, make her front teeth crazy
Let her be known as a witch who is nothing but lazy
• What's a pretty pink ribbon doing on this rickety, old fence?
• And what looks to be a purse on the dirty forest floor?
• This doesn't make much sense
• For what reason are they here?
• The more I think about it, the more I feel tense
RICKETY BRIDGE
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I keep my access bridge looking rickety
It makes unwanted visitors think twice
I like my solitude, I’m quite pernickety
Just one invitation each year will suffice
It’s actually stronger than it may appear
There’s a deep, fast flowing river below
I watch them approach and see the fear
Of falling, but I’ll wave as I see them go
My mailbox is standing on the other side
So, no need for post brought to my door
Nor any sales people with smiles so wide
But they know I have heard it all before
My home is my castle, and I’m just fine
Even without a drawbridge, it is efficient
I own it and the surrounding land is mine
By now you’ve guessed I’m self-sufficient
Maybe it’ll break and fall apart one day
A bit like me as the years take their toll
With independence slowly ebbing away
And no rickety bridge, just this sad soul
Our piano with silence speaks
The rickety rocking chair squeaks
Where Mama sits and stares each day
Music memories stored away
Our loved inheritance remains
Melodies cycling through our brains.
On a rickety desk,my book is.
The incy wincy spider spreads its webs,
On my four-legged chair too.
With dust covered,for lack of use.
I'll be writing a test in days to come.
I'll get back to my book,
To remind me of things of old,
New knowledge to be refreshed.
My brightly lit lamp is on standby,
The silvery crescent of the moon
adds its own flavour.
I'll tell Funke and Obi today isn't for play.
Musa can crack his jokes all by himself.
Page by page,I flip through,
My eyes fully gazed at it,broadly spread.
Scanning each word with deep sense of thoughts,
Skimming in between lines.
With this,I'm sure to excel.
Rickety and Clickety
As we grow old things seem so rickety
Would often fall over and go clickety
But there never is any harm done
God every day has sent me His Son.
Of a thousand this poem is in final ten
And I always will remember when
I wrote poem and who was on my mind
It was my Savior who I want to find.
From my head down to each toe
In God's spirit I will grow and grow
Read book about a person named Lou
And started to understand his point of view.
You must pray to God before each game
And on no one else ever place any blame
Total responsibility you have to accept
Even if others lack experience or are inept.
All of my prayers pulled me through
And when the best you will want to do
Even if hard times or having much grief
God and religion you need for your relief.
For Sharon, Dick, Dana, Dan and Caroline
That tick in my fur
really bugs me -
scratch-scratch.
Tick tack rickety rack,
that tick needs to go!
Oh me, oh my,
that tick really needs to go -
rich-ratch.
Aunika Alch
Age 11
In the pit of my stomach I feel weak
So distant I can hardly sleep
Walking blind on a busy street
Emotions constantly changing on the inside
I'm up then I'm down
Not myself when you're around
Distractions getting in the way
Burying inside everything I've wanted to say
Sinking struggling to stay afloat
Can't stand still on this rickety boat
Yet I find myself in pursuit of happiness
Gaining perspective and knowledge
Becoming easier to relax with no stress
Dark moments eventually bring prosperity
Through the light of Christ
I see great times ahead of me
To live each moment is truly a gift
Letting go of the doubts I'm ready to shift
To our king who saved us from sin
I lift my hands to you to thank you again
Why, hidden from the vista
Now there in the view
Warped, shaky
Strange that unseen before
That old rickety walking bridge
Where does your path lead
Not well worn, but over grown
With grass, thorns, and thistles
Today I will do something
New, I will follow you
Wherever you lead
You will be my guide
(Whoever reads this one, take it up and see where you can go with it. Sara)
Twists and turns
My heart burns
Ups and downs
Tears and frowns
Ins and outs
Many shouts
Outs and ins
Laughs and grins
Pain and joy
Love my boy
Downs and ups
Loving cups
New beginnings
Can't stop grinning
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