Post your ode in the comment box to the right, making sure that you have posted at least 12 lines. For full directions on this poetry assignment, go to www.scholastic.com/classhomepage.
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Old man, Old man, you are my old man Sitting there in your coumfy chair Warm to the touch with your huge hand There's a discolored forest in your set of gray hair
You sing in church choir, With a voice that is bass. Your deep boom inspires, and puts countless smiles on my face.
High Schoolers love you because you used to teach them and once you got through they still called you a friend
Title:Ode to my dog My dog is so fluffy She licks your face She sometimes look like a fluff ball
She looks at you with the dearest heart so why does she snipp she stabs you with a dart, through your heart she so sweet and so brown like a choclate kiss In the drown, of her eyes,she is like a kess on the nose
Dom's afro sits their black and tall If he didn't put gease on it might fall He puts it cornrows and that is cool But it is bad when he can"t swim in a pool He wears a bookbag which is really weird But now he is growing a beard So his afro stands tall and pround So now it is easy to pick him out in a croud
Sean Taylor is very quick & strong with you on the redskins nothing go's wrong When the ball is thrown near him it never gets pass If they run to your side there face is in grass Your hits are as powerful as a brick Getting hit by you is like getting hit with a hit stick when you died and went through those pearly gates you still are the best safty on madden 08
I'm off the bus and i'm in my house when i turn around i see an itsy bitty i walk toward her, silent as a mouse i pick her up and see she is my kitty she's small and sweet and also frisky but when your hands are 'round her, it can be a little risky. but i will love her and watch her play but i will adore her when she sleeps all day.
Busy Dog, Busy Dog, do you ever calm down Just keep running and running never stop You move so quick but we never here a sound You jump so high it is like a bunny hop
You bark all day You always know what to do When you bark we don't know wat you say You always find the hidden clue
You never sleep Just play around When you sleep you are like a sheep Please when will you calm down
oh hoody,oh hoody when i'm cold you keep me warm and when it rain's you keep me dry and you always try. it makes life feel so high and it feels like you can fly you always try oh hoody,oh hoody
on my own my soul free at last my hair blowing with the winds flow i follow my path wondering always wondering what may become of my free soul cause im on my own
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Old man, Old man, you are my old man
Sitting there in your coumfy chair
Warm to the touch with your huge hand
There's a discolored forest in your set of gray hair
You sing in church choir,
With a voice that is bass.
Your deep boom inspires,
and puts countless smiles on my face.
High Schoolers love you
because you used to teach them
and once you got through
they still called you a friend
Old man, Old man, you are my old man.
Driving down the highway
Loving my own life
I like to do it my way
No pressure, pain, or strife
I'm cool, I'm free
No pressure on me.
Racing down the higway
Someone's lost his Life
I tried to help him my way
Now his Life is full of strife
No one's cool, No one's free
everywhere there's pressure,
but none on me.
ode to silly young men
mr man mr man
may i ask you
where you can buy a fan
a fan a fan
what a silly question
you stupid young man
what do you need a fan for
its winter
you friek
you'll freze your toes
you'll catch a cold you silly man
if you still want a fan go in there
An ode is basicely a song verse.
Title:Ode to my dog
My dog is so fluffy
She licks your face
She sometimes look like a fluff ball
She looks at you with the dearest heart
so why does she snipp
she stabs you with a dart,
through your heart
she so sweet and so brown
like a choclate kiss
In the drown,
of her eyes,she is like a kess on the nose
title: sweatshirt
by: Justin Philipp
i like my sweatshirt because it keeps me warm and stuff.
its got arm holes, a hood, and it zips up and stuff.
you can fill the hood up with water like a big cup and stuff.
Bro bro your so cool.
I love you but you drul.
I love you I love you you are sweet.
but i wish ypo had apet named peet.
you have cool stuff.
and you have a stuffed animal that is puffed.
bro bro you watch moves a lot.
but that is not a problem in a pot.
I love you alot.
i like your drums.
and i like to hume.
bro bro you are my bro.
Dom's afro sits their black and tall
If he didn't put gease on it might fall
He puts it cornrows and that is cool
But it is bad when he can"t swim in a pool
He wears a bookbag which is really weird
But now he is growing a beard
So his afro stands tall and pround
So now it is easy to pick him out in a croud
Sean Taylor is very quick & strong
with you on the redskins nothing go's wrong
When the ball is thrown near him it never gets pass
If they run to your side there face is in grass
Your hits are as powerful as a brick
Getting hit by you is like getting hit with a hit stick
when you died and went through those pearly gates
you still are the best safty on madden 08
The City
The City to most
Is beautiful
But to me it is
Depressing
They see malls
I see shop lifting
They see a life with
Oppurtunities
I see the news
They see careers
I see the family
in trouble
They see the Politician with
The Answer
I see the crook,
The weasel
The scam
They don't see it
So I'm not in "The" City
Oh Mr. Y, Oh Mr. Y,
I just love your ties,
Oh Mr.Y,
you are so kind to me,
so full of jolly and glee,
and to us you are the best that there can be,
even though you yell, sometimes
i still think your the best,
better than all the rest,
Oh Mr.Y, Oh Mr.Y
If we get referales
This will remind you
that we shine like pearls
Oh Mr.Y, Oh Mr.Y
I'm off the bus and i'm in my house
when i turn around i see an itsy bitty
i walk toward her, silent as a mouse
i pick her up and see she is my kitty
she's small and sweet and also frisky
but when your hands are 'round her, it can be a little risky.
but i will love her and watch her play
but i will adore her when she sleeps all day.
Daddy,daddy your so sweet
Daddy,daddy listen to the beat
Daddy,daddy can we go,
Daddy,daddy over to the show
Daddy,daddy put on your skates
Daddy,daddy people do hate
Daddy,daddy you skate like a king
Daddy,daddy I'm your queen
I look up to cause your the best
because of you i'm not just a mess
I keep in line all the time
i'm like a dime I always shine.
Busy Dog, Busy Dog, do you ever
calm down
Just keep running and running never stop
You move so quick but we never here a sound
You jump so high it is like a bunny hop
You bark all day
You always know what to do
When you bark we don't know wat you say
You always find the hidden clue
You never sleep
Just play around
When you sleep you are like a sheep
Please when will you calm down
But you are still my Busy Dog
title: sweatshirt
by: Justin Philipp
i like my sweatshirt because it keeps me warm and stuff.
and it's warm and soft.
it's got arm holes, a hood, and it zips up and stuff.
you can fill the hood up with water like a big cup and stuff.
it's made by south pole and stuff.
i paid 65 dallors just for the hood to zip up.
it's all-over print so you cant see the lint.
it's got two pockets just to put stuff in.
the hood's so big.
you wear it on your head.
it's so soft it makes you want to wear it to bed.
thats my sweatshirt and heres the end.
ODE TO THE BEACH
The sounds of the sea
And the wind in the trees
Its a beautiful sight
With that warm summer breeze
The crystles in the sand
The crabs on the beach
When the waves hit land
You hear the sea gulls screach
With the sounds in the ocean
And the sights to see
You know theres no commotion
At this beautiful sunset sea
i sing really great
i'm not just bait
i may become rich
but that's not going to make me a witch
i can dance
just don't prance
open up
here i come to strut
i dance, i sing
i have angel wings
i will soar
through open doors
when i'm older
wait where's the bolder
i sit up stairs, waiting there
i really do care
my face gets wrinkled
my nose will krinkle
i will die
but please don't cry
here's my story
i died with all my pride and glory
here's my cd
you'll see my stiry on tv.
on my own now
nobody in my way
im free
to be me
nobody in my way
im on my own
my soul is free
nobody, oh nobody to bother me
ode to the hoody
oh hoody,oh hoody when i'm cold you keep me warm and when it rain's you keep me dry and you always try. it makes life feel so high and it feels like you can fly you always try oh hoody,oh hoody
on my own
my soul free
at last
my hair blowing with the winds flow
i follow my path wondering
always wondering
what may become
of my free soul
cause im on my own
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