Poor Kitty by Brynna S.

Nora likes to wear pots on her head
And jump up and down and scream till she’s red
She jumped on the cat’s tail
Hurt so bad, kitty wailed
Laughing Nora kicked poor kitty’s head.

Ode to Brynna by Nora M.

Brynna is my friend
She’s a funny chick.
She promised to be there until the end
She’s always wearing cool kicks.

She’s pretty smart, when she tries
Otherwise she’s dead.
Brynna even tends to cry
But I just smack her on the head.

She’s the prettiest girl in school
Many people hate
But they’re only jealous because they’re not cool
For Brynna it was just fate.

She’s really, really nice and sweet
She’s is one girl you should totally meet.

Boston's Run to Take Game 7 by Adam B.

In game one the yanks had some fun
But the series was not yet done
Game three, runs mores than eleven
Boston’s run to take game seven

In game four, Papi’s blast closed the door
Even heard Yanks pitchers swore
In game five our team was revving
Boston’s run to take game seven

Game six we took em for a ride
Three apiece and now we’re both tied
Game seven we were in heaven

My Great Grandmother by Erika J.

You are my angel shining bright
I love you with all of my might
I miss you more and more each day
I wish you didn’t fade away!

I miss and love you very much
We have some memories and such
My days are very dark and gray
I wish you didn’t fade away!

I can’t wait to see you again
It is just a matter of where n’ when
And maybe this time you will stay
I wish you didn’t fade away!

There Ain’t Another Place I’d Rather Be by David W.

The streets are full with city life
Even though some people are in times of strife.
People here are happy to say
I am a Yankee and that’s still true today.
From good hot dogs on the street
To podiatrist taking care of people’s feet.
They say this place is where dreams come true
That phrase alone should keep you from getting blue.
So no matter if your business is up or down
There is no reason to wear a frown.
Because from Times Square
To every man who dreams to dare
There ain’t another place I’d rather be
Than good old NYC.

Ode to Rock and Roll by Adam B.

In AC/DC’s eyes
Rock and Roll Ain’t Noise Pollution
And I don’t think so either
But tell you what
Rap Ain’t No Rock and Roll
Rap is noise pollution
Rock and roll will never die
But rap will leave with a big sigh

For now rock still has the right away
But rap could be a Rock and Roll Damnation
So For Those About To Rock and all you Rock and Roll Singers
I would be a little worried
But Let Be Rock
And let’s start a rap damnation
So Rock Out
And Rock Your Heart Out

Roaster by Rachel L.

My friend Marian’s birthday was coming up
I wanted to get her something sweet
I finally decided on a beautiful roaster
On which she could cook her favorite kinds of meat

I looked all over for this roaster
I looked at ones of plastic, glass, and clay
I looked at ever store in town
And even broke down and looked on e-bay

At this point I was getting quite frustrated
For the perfect roaster I could not find
Visions of them danced in my head
(Which is another word for my mind)

I finally took a plane trip out
To the best roaster-maker in the U.S.A.
He said that he could personalize me a roaster
And that he could do it right away

The roaster came out gorgeous
I couldn’t wait to show Marian!
But when I gave it to her she told me
She’d recently become vegetarian

End is Near by Derek P.

The woods were darker then usual
I walked faster than ever
I began to hear weird sounds
Fear took over my mind
Looking for a path
Light was in sight
Few more steps
So close
FREE!

Nice & Hot by Rachel V.

Summertime is around the corner
I’m excited for the weather
To go swimming in the pool.
To lay out in the sun
And to have some fun,
Summer is the best
I don’t get rest
It’s so great
Nice and
Hot.

Funeral for a Soldier by Victoria R.

I can’t move, have to stand still
Try to hold tears against my will
Silence hovers over the crowd
We are the ones who are so proud.

Surrounded by soldiers who cared
Can’t help but think, were you scared?
Guns up, ready...set...fire! Loud.
We are the ones who are so proud.

The flag that covered over you
Is folded and taps begin too
Tears roll down faces of the crowd
We are the ones who are so proud.

My Brother Sam by Abbey L.

I have a brother his name is Sam
He likes to eat some green eggs and ham.
He is eight-teen years old
He is smelly like mold
Sam has a best friend that he calls lam.

A Pirates' Pleasant Ballad for a Daring Day at Sea By Mic B.

When the tide is high
And the sails are set
And the Scurvy Dogs be wake’n
The Captain roars, “We sail ashore!
The loot be ours for the take’n”
But Scallywag Dan nervously raises a hand
And asks, “When we’re done can we have some rum?”
The captain baffled with a look to bewilder
Says, “Scallywag Dan come hither!”
Limping to the stern, Peg leg not fit to size
The Captain squinting one of two eyes—
The other replaced with a patch—
“Boy we be pirates and that’s what we do,
We pillage and plunder then drink!”
“And when there’s no rum?” asks Dan staring at the deck floor.
“We pillage and plunder some more!”
“Aye-Aye!” shout the crew putting their hands to their heads—
All except for a matey named Frank—
“Frank you have no arms and you smell rancid and rank,
For that you shall walk the plank!”

Goodnight Sweetheart by Christy M.

He sits; ink pen poised and waiting

He sees her; iridescence glowing, she's captivating.

Perfect; she seems so unreal.

He attempts to write; of her beauty, how he feels.

Words can't describe her, though he tries

Paralyzed by her

One look into her eyes.

He takes a step toward her; she backs away

Hurt; confused, he begs her to stay

Tension rises; unmistakable fear.

He's worried... as down slides a single black tear.

He doesn't understand: parts his lips to ask

She trembles, slowly removing the mask.

He blinks; feels sick, the world around him a whirl

Looking up, he sees only

an Ordinary girl.

In place of beauty and perfection

Unexplainable grace, her eyes soft in the light

Satisfied with imperfection

He begins to write.

Life by Jeff M.

Summer rain cleanses

Utopia of season

Bask in the essence

Soldier by Meg M.

There is someone who gives his life
Though pain and strife
Are what he lives
For what he gives.

He has people waiting at home
For him to come
Or wait and see
Where he will be.

His days and nights filled with violence
Waits for silence
For love and peace
For war to cease.

Acidental Friends by Nicholina W.

I would like to start by saying
Not all friends come from good
Some come when your faults are exposed

Forgetting homework is an unlikely place,
To find space,
In your heart.
To create an everlasting friendship.

But in my life
I proved this to be wrong,
And
Created a friendship that
Will forever live on.

9/11 by Sean G.

On their way to work they went that Monday,
Oblivious to what they would become,
The most infamous event, some say—
Something we wanted to stay away from.

Time seemed to stand still for an hour or so,
Our economic metropolis,
Stood frozen, as if crafted by Van Gogh,
retaining an unfamiliar darkness.

This tragedy affected us greatly,
We now seem to be a brand new nation,
with old ways only remembered faintly,
and a new feeling of trepidation.

This one day will never be forgotten,
But this was the lowest point we have been.

Wrong Occupation by Sean M.

There was a woman at the dentist
Art asked, “Hey please be my apprentice”
She had quickly said yes
Art found she was a mess
She told him she was a hygienist