(The story of a Detective)
Once there was a boy named Jack, who called up Dr. Black.
He said his knapsack was gone with Sarawack who always went quack, quack.
(He thought they left on horse back)
So Dr. Black started to pack.
(Without a snack)
He looked, no more to pack!
He grabbed his haversack (that's what he called his sack) then went out back.
He said, "I am Dr. Black. I need to help Jack in his knapsack, Sarawack quack, quack, left on horse back case, with my shack, slack, snack, haversack, drawback."
Then he left and went up the road.
He saw Jack at the top of the track that goes to Jack's back (yard).
Dr. Black went into Jack's back and unpacked.
Then he looked up and saw...
Jack and Sarawack (who went quack, quack) in a knapsack on horseback, and Jack said,
"Why'd you come back, Dr. Black?"
The End
By Nicole Elliott
This is a silly little poem I found today when I was emptying my shelf. I wrote it when I was six or seven.
Wow Cool! You were only 7? Impressive! It is such a fun poem!
ReplyDeleteWe had just gotten an old book that was a Webster's dictionary collection from Goodwill. I was looking through it and found a rhyming dictionary and the first section was "-ack". That's where this poem (if you can call it a poem) came from. :)
DeleteHere is a mothers day poem my friend Cydney sent me. I was wondering, would it be alright if I invited her to view this blog? I think she would enjoy it and I also think she would like to get to know you. If you want to keep it to people you know that's fine, I was just wondering. Anyway here is the poem.
ReplyDeleteMother’s Day Poem by Kelly bates
Dirty faces and sticky hands!
Loads of laundry… many demands!
Work, work, work, and more to do still!
Obediently listening to God’s will.
Graciously Mom maintained her poise,
In spite of the mess and the noise.
Mom overlooked the frequent spills.
She looked beyond the task of meals.
She lovingly forgave my numerous faults,
And managed to think on happy thoughts.
Now I’m grown and see the price Mom paid,
For all the memories of love she made.
How I long to model her smile,
To always go the second mile!
She surely was fit to be a Queen,
But chose instead to serve unseen..
good job Nicole! and Michaela!
ReplyDeleteI didn't write that peom. It was by Kelly Bates. :)
ReplyDeleteI am fine with you inviting anyone to see my blog!Sorry I didn't see this until just now, but I will post it right away. I love this poem and I wish I could have put it up for mother's day!
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