What I Like To Eat

I composed this poem myself!

What I Like To Eat

I like to eat,
A sugar coated sweet,
And things like that,
But I'm never fat.

I like to eat,
I'll eat fish meat.
I'll eat sushi,
And I'll eat green veggie.

I like to eat,
I'll eat chicken meat,
I'll eat anything that is yummy,
But it must fill my big tummy!

How Fun It Is To Be A Fish

I Wish I Were a Fish

How fun it is to be a fish
To always be free to swim and swish
My delicate rainbow tail.

I can sleep whenever I'm tired
And have lots of peace and quiet
No noisy siblings with tiresome tales.

I can play hide-and-seek all day
On pastures of green algae
Or chase and dance with pretty ladies.

No use crying if my friend dies
Just nibble him up! Isn’t that nice?
A fish's life is filled with jollies!

Centipede

Centipede

I am slimy.
I am tiny.
I'm a burrower.
I’m a wriggler.
I’m a segmented, many-legged,
Shiny armoured, mighty stinger.

People hate me.
Want me dead!
Stamp their feet
And hit my head.
So I scare them with a bite,
From my poison claws all right!

Sleep Mr. Dragon

Mr. Dragon,
Sleep in the wagon.
Dream of grub,
And don't wake up.

Nature

Look at that bug,
On the rug.
Look at that bird,
In the dirt.

That's what I see.

I wish I saw a bumblle bee,
Will it sting me?
I wish I saw a fat pig,
Will he nibble on figs?

I don't know!

At the Park

My day at the park,
Climbing trees and peeling bark.
Playing golf,
With sticks and balls.

Bowling using sticks as pins,
Doing our best to see who wins.
Soccer was played by kicking balls,
Between goal-posts of trees so tall.

Running about,
Shouting so loud.
Stopping the games,
Only because it rained.

The Lost Mitten

Brian the Giant
Sitting in the kitchen,
Looking for a mitten
That is bitten.
Bitten by a mouse
Who loves to be hidden.

When a fierce cat comes by
The mouse will by eaten.
So Brian the Giant
Can never ever find
The hidden, bitten, mitten
In the kitchen.

Because the fierce cat
Is always nearby.
So the mouse won't come out
With its hidden bitten mitten.