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Emily Marshall Poem
My pet alligator sits under my feet.
He waits for food to fall while I simply eat.
He likes to chase the ball and bite with his sharp teeth.
His claws are super pointy, and he walks upon a leash.
He’s scaly without baths,
Smelly when not clean.
He’s very good at “sit,”
And trained to not be mean.
He likes the water much, except for when it rains.
And when we’re gone,
All day long,
We keep him in a crate.
My pet alligator is the best pet on this Earth,
I’d never trade him ever, for everything he’s worth.
Copyright © Emily Marshall | Year Posted 2013
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Emily Marshall Poem
My mom calls me Lion
Because I’m the king of my domain.
She also calls me Tiger
Cause I’m horrible to tame!
My father calls me Monkey
When I jump up on the bed.
He thinks I’ll trip and fall,
And then I’ll bump my head.
My sister calls me Fruit Fly,
Cause I like to steal her food.
I also like to buzz by
And annoy her like one too!
My brother calls me Cheetah
Cause I always beat him when we race.
He also says it’s cause I have freckles on my face.
I even think my dog thinks I’m something too
Because he always barks at me when I come into the room.
Copyright © Emily Marshall | Year Posted 2013
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Emily Marshall Poem
I jump into the ocean
And climb aboard my ship.
I’m a pirate captain, Matey!
Let me give you a few tips:
1. I’ll make you walk the plank.
2. I’ll make you scrub the deck.
3. I’ll see that you do sails
before we crash and wreck.
4. A giant octopus
and Barbie are our threats.
5. We only have 10 minutes
6. We’re all in with no regrets.
When the ocean’s finally drained,
And the bubbles are all gone,
I dry and wait for next time,
Which seems to be too long.
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Emily Marshall Poem
Run outside,
Jump in the leaves
That fall beneath the maple tree.
The rabbit hole been covered long,
So it is safe to sleep upon.
I sleep all day in the breeze,
Then finally wake from a dream.
In my dream, the monsters came,
As angels cried and Sirens sang.
We marched around for hours long,
Causing mayhem in the wrong.
We picked up cats by their tails,
Messed up rooms and let out wails.
We crashed cars, boats, and trains.
Knocked down buildings without blame,
Until I heard a voice that rang,
Dinnertime had come again.
Where I would sit quietly,
And even eat my food nicely.
I’d do my homework,
Brush my teeth,
Then go to bed and fall asleep.
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Emily Marshall Poem
I sit behind my window frame,
Looking at the deep, blue sea.
It’s dark, and I can’t quite see,
But a fish is falling weak.
Its scales are dimmer than the rest.
Its size is tiny, not the best.
It’s finally worn out to death
And falls from the farthest depth.
One less fishy in the sea
Means one more wish for me.
Copyright © Emily Marshall | Year Posted 2013
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