I left my brain at home today,
I really don't know how.
All I know is that at school,
my teacher had a cow.
I left my homework on the chair,
I got an F, it wasn't fair.
I left my pencil in the drawer,
Like I've done many times before.
I left my books in the bookcase,
My folder's probably in outer space.
I left my towel out in the storm,
And my toothbrush in my cousin's dorm.
And since I've got this forgetful trend,
I've forgot how this poem was going to end.
-- Anna Gordon, Kenmore Middle School
My cat ate a hat
now he is fat
He sleeps on a mat
All night and day
I wish he would get up
-- Brooke Rydzynski, Sloan
>Sly Red Fox
A sly red fox creeps around
With its shining red color.
A poor little rabbit is eaten
-- Sam DelPrince, Starpoint
>A lifelong love
When I was one she'd sing me songs,
To help me fall asleep
When I was two she'd kiss my wound,
As I would sadly weep.
When I was five she'd hold my hand,
While waiting for the bus.
Seven came, and she'd still hearken,
As I made a fuss.
As years went by, she'd help me
So my life was more arranged.
Though now I am a snotty teen,
Her loving has not changed.
-- Rachel Cahlstadt, Williamsville
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