Wednesday, March 28, 2012

peggies adventure

One chilly day in the arctic a pinks egg was laid. After six months of sitting on it, it finally hatched. Her parent named her Peggie. Her parents looked away because they thought the baby sitter was watching her but she wasn’t. She started waddling away to stay pieces of ice that where very thin. Soon she was out of the peripheral vision of the adults and the baby sitter. She got exhausted from walking all that way, she had to sit down for a minute. While she was sitting on the fragile piece of ice she listed to the peaceful, beautiful, most natural sounding ocean she had ever heard. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the waves. She kept her eyes shut because she fell asleep.
Three hours later she woke up and she could no longer see her home or where she grew up, but she could see another piece of land. It wasn’t cold, but it was actually warm and it wasn’t white it was green. While she was in PES (Penguin Elementary School) she learned that this place is called America.
After the ice hit the land, hopped off and she found a bag of sewing and knitting supplies. She saw that no one was standing around the bag she toke it. After some walking around to try and find a good quiet place she finally found a place and started to knit an image of her parents and her friends. When she was done she went to everyone she could and asked them if they have seen them at all. All around, all over, and everywhere she looked Peggie saw shocked looks on people’s faces. For all Peggie knew she was desperate to get back home. Then this nice lady sat down beside her and called someone and Peggie thought she was calling someone to help her.
Someone came 20 minutes later and picked her up and she asked the man if he was helping her but they said that she was helping them and then they threw her in the back of the truck. Before they threw her into the truck she saw the logo on the truck and it said ARL (Animal Research Lab). It was a bumpy and hurtful ride in the back. Peggie felt even more alone.
 After what felt like an hour they finally arrived to the location that they needed to be at. They threw her into the examination room and she hit a bowl of water and she landed on her stomach. She did something that she thought she couldn’t do, she slid on her stomach. After while Peggie started to freak out and throw things. After a while her anger finally wore off. She knew that breaking down the door wasn’t gong to work or breaking the windows either. Then she finally just started to scream and yell but she knew that that isn’t gong to work. So eventually she started another plan.
She started on another pan and her plan was to slide through the vents and escape. So she started with the plan. She unscrewed the screws with a scouple. Then she pulled the screen off and slide in the vents until she saw an opening by the doors. The she dropped out of the vents and beat up all of the guards by the doors with her little flippers.
After she left through the doors the guards had an oval red shape on they’re faces. After all of that she thought that it was too much to handle on her own so she decided to go back to her home but the only problem was that she didn’t know how to get back to her home. She found a map and she started swimming and she swam all of the way back to her home and did what she liked to do best. What she dose best is knitting little footy pajamas for the little ones and she also sewed holes in the shoes for all of the penguins.
                                                           
                                                           

Monday, December 19, 2011

Monday, December 12, 2011

royalty to england

This is my attempt at a heritage poem
Royalty to England
To the royalty to England,
I am cherished,
From pasted down treasures,
I have a crown,
Of the queen of England.
On my fathers side,
He is English,
We have the power,
In the late 1400’s,
When my great x10 grandparents,
Were a prince and a princess,
The time they were 21 they,
Got married and past down,
They family crow through generation to the next.

Friday, December 9, 2011

the show

The show
The creepy man,
Comes in with sand,
Here’s a bomb for your kid,
Oops I mean sand,
He tied you up and puts on a little show,
He eats poo off shoe,
 Juggles a bear off the stairs.
He takes china Anne McClain,
And makes her sing calling all the dorkies,
After the show he takes you outside,
And eats you in the snow.


Wednesday, November 30, 2011

simile poem


This is my attempt at a simile poem.
Pain is not like a most joyous, fantastic, bruise,
A bruise is not like a fun, fantabulous, cruise,
Pain is scaring like things that never go away,
Pain will scar you for life like a heart breaking,
A bruise will go away like an angry cold,
Pain is kind of like a bruise in a weird way,
They are alike because they both really hurt.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

grandparents poem

                        Heres my attempt at a grandparents poem.
 Grandparents give us everything
Just like our dads and moms
You’ll give us some candy that rots our gums
And makes go hyper
You’ll read us poems like peter pick a pickled pepper

funny poem

heres my attempt at a funny poem
Turkey,
Screaming, gobbling
Delicious, juicy, plump
Bloody, dead
turkey