Scotty SkyScrapper

            Have you ever seen a skyscraper and thought what the purpose of it was.  Well a long, long time ago there was a man named Scotty Sky Scraper. If he were still alive he was as tall as one. If some how you ever saw his face it was dreamy and handsome. He made every track team because his great athletic skills and strength. He always helped people. Once he caught a girl who was pushed . . . off the empire state building. He also caught the crook and gave them to the cops. He married a beautiful woman but she died of la-mush-a-ka-plop so he made a life size statue of her today known as lady liberty. He also has a dog, a Great Dane, the size of King Kong! What his biggest case was the day the sky turned black he found out the terrible news that pollution sources made a big jump and that there was 99 times more than just yesterday! He had to do something. He tried his best to reduce that number but their hearts where as hard as stone. The sky was so black the sun ran away but soon got trapped. So the sun was forced to hide behind the clouds. Scotty had to do something! Then out of the blue.

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            I’m on a stage… I’m behind a curtain… The curtain is opening… Everyone is applauding… I’m given an award… “For ideas so smart there crazy, but somehow always work”… flash! Click! Click! Ka-pooh! ... There are flashes…I just smile

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            The award! Scotty digs through the attic. There! There it is! Its shape is so interesting! No time for that the world is going to the end!

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            It’s raining…. I want to leave… I stand up outside… the clouds move away a little from me….I push the clouds away…. It’s not raining…

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            Whoa! Is it true!? He runs to the junk yard. “Sir, this may save the world. I need your junk!”. “Ok this doesn’t usually happen but go for it.”. “Thank you so much!”

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            Okay, that the last of the junk yard. “Holy guacamole there isn’t a scrap of metal or junk left!” “Thank you so much”. “What is that?!?” “Mmmm……A skyscraper” Scotty spent the rest of the day going to every junk yard building skyscrapers. Eventually he got it all it on place. He put a big tub under it and poured water on top of it making polluted water. He took some metal he saved and mad a big hollow ball. He poured the water in it and chucked it into space in a short time it was at the edge of the galaxy when it blew up. It is now…Pluto

Religon Paragraph

this is another poem by: ME

Have you ever herd of Mormons

Being kicked out of every where

Did you hear they made dust prosper?

And was forced out of there

They are disrespected

They have been forced from place to place

Once they even got attacked by a general

Some think we are a big disgrace

We have modern day prophets

From Joseph smith to President Thomas s. monsoon

It is true all this happened and

I am a Mormon!

poems

here is my nonsense poem

Candy land

As we sailed to candy land

We were swallowed by a giant pan

Who was eaten by a can?

Which was killed by a strange man

Oh man, oh man, oh man

He was a small man

He knew Jackie-Chan

His name is peter pan

He is part woman

Oh man, oh man, oh man

Metaphore

this is my metaphore poem

Sound

Sound is a mouse whispering to you

Saying where you are and what you need to do

Sound is a car screaming at you

Making you run away, peek a boo

Sound is your mom telling you

Where were you and what did you do!

simile poems

we did simile poems and my poem ended up looking like a cupcake. it even has the word cupcake in it.here it is.

Junk Food

Pizza or burger, big mac or fry

If you eat them all day your as dead as pie

For there not good for your body you see, you see

You’re bigger and bigger, like a fatty but not me

I’ll have a fresh salad with no ranch on top

Just like an animal with no farm or crop

There better for you, there better for me

Like icing is good on a cupcake, yummy.

thanksgiving poems

this is our thanks giving poems

Turkey

By: Ammon^#4

Do you have a family member that goes gobble, gobble,

Do you plan to eat turkey until you wobble, wobble;

What if your brother ate the turkey whole,

What if the turkey ran away and there’s nothing in your bowl;

Well I ate all of your turkey,

I ate the turkey whole;

And now there is no turkey,

Not even in a bowl;

Grand parents

By: Ammon^#4

Do you have a grandparent who is 900 yrs old,

Are they really strong or really, really bold;

Yea, there probably not I know,

They can’t lift a 10 pound weight;

But do you know there history,

If not just stay and wait;

There history is old I know,

They lived when the pilgrims roamed;

But that is why there special,

That is why in history its them you want to phone;

we made a poem

and this is it

My poem

Dogs and cats

And wingless bats,

And pigs and men

And a hen,

All animals of earth you see

Now what else could there be?

A cow, a sow

A kid, a goat

But sadly not a big fat boat

Any thing else on earth

Any thing else that was of birth

Any creature of the this land

Anything in the sand

In the water in the sea

Bring these creatures unto me