Fun book of Poems

Friends are funFriends are fun, And thats not a pun. They really are fun, If you want to run.

Theyd roll in the sun, And play with a gun. Theyd attack a nun Because friends are fun.

Theyd go and stun, The priests son. Theyd hop a bun, Because friends are fun.Contents

Three stray diceThree stray dice,Three stray dice.See how they roll,See how they roll.They all were tossed off the table top,And fell on the floor with a silent plop,Have you ever heard such a piece of slop?With three stray dice.

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Flitter, Flitter, little flyFlitter, flitter, little fly.Go away, leave, good bye.You annoy me so very much,So go away, and annoy a Dutch.Flitter, flitter, little fly.Go away, leave, good bye.Contents

TrafficSeveral huge trucks,Holding masses of ducks,Are honking their horns at random.

And the shiny cars,Are rowed up in bars,And in between all is a tandem.

ContentsAn oil tanker,Whos drivers a banker,Rushed along the road.

And as I sat there,Breathing the air,I thought (in silent mode),

Oh why didnt I stay,And laugh away,In my lovely house on the field?

Reading my book,And warm in a nook,Instead of stuck in a yield!

FoodFood is good,Thats something to say.I love to throw it,Up and away!

Its savory pleasures,Melt on your tongue.And it slides all the way,To the bottom rung!Contents

The treeAs I gaze at the tree,With its old branches drooping.I remember, I remember,My memory is looping.

I remember How it stood strong and tall.I remember, I remember,How it cared for all.

It used to cuddle me,As I played in its embrace.I remember, I remember,Thats where happiness took place.

The way it felt,Against my hand.I remember, I remember,It was the pride of the land.

It used to shelter me,From the wind and the coldness.I remember, I remember,It gave me warmth and boldness.

But now it droops,And leans and sways.Yet I remember, I remember,As I grow in my days.

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If I could flyIf I could fly,Id soar oer mountains.The sea and I would say Hi!And Id dive into fountains.

Id feel the cool grasp,Of a summers cloud.Heavy with rain,And the thunder loud.

I would fly everywhere,Instead of walking From here to there.

Yet here I am grounded,Stuck to the floor.With my leg itching,To fly and soar!!

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lifeLife is a gift,A treasure you could say.A present or an offering,So enjoy it and play!

Some people waste it,By doing bad things.But what do they gain?Certainly not wings!

But beings who use it, To create love and peace.Are rewarded with happiness,And respect (plus a feast).

So live life to its greatest,And enjoy it while you can.Because life is a true gift,And better than being a pan!

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The WellThere once was a man named Bell,Who fell down a great big well.He screamed and yelled,And cussed and smelled,But it was only as deep as a cell.Contents

FredThere once was a man named Fred,Who always though he was dead.So one day he bought,And old wooden cot,And forever in there went to bed.Contents

The codThere once was a male named Todd,Whom everyone thought was odd.He was fat and ugly,And not very snugly,Because he was a cod!Contents

EnergyHyperActive, CrazyBouncing, Running, AnnoyingBlow up like dynamite, then steam off.Relaxing, Sitting, BoringSleep, YogaCalmContents