Weird poems, and

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Weird poems, and

Weird poems, and Jokes. Okay, so my friend told me a funny poem:

One sunny day in the middle of night,

two dead men got up to fight.

Back to back they faced each other,

drew their swords and shot each other.

A deaf policeman heard the noise,

and came and shot those two dead boys.

If you don't beleive this lie is true,

Ask the blind man, he saw it too!

submitted by Emily L., age 14, WA
(August 23, 2009 - 4:34 pm)

back to the Down to Earth

Ooh, too bad I don't know any... maybe I'll look some up later.  AAHHH!  I'm very distracted, did you know it's practically impossible to type while your listening to twist and shout??  That was hard.  Oh, it's over.  :)

submitted by Laura
(August 23, 2009 - 10:56 pm)

My all-time favourite joke:

What do you call a potato field that is ruled by totalitarians?

submitted by Mary W., age 11.69, NJ
(August 24, 2009 - 6:25 pm)

What is the end of the joke?!  I don't think I have heard this one before.

submitted by SmC, age 12
(August 25, 2009 - 6:14 pm)

I like that one! :D I'll try to post something later.

submitted by Megan M., age 14 today, Ohio
(August 24, 2009 - 5:05 pm)

Wow. That's interesting.

submitted by Cramer N., age 13, WA
(August 24, 2009 - 7:15 pm)

I found a weird poem. It's in this book I have...

 

There was a man who lived in Leeds;

He filled his garden full of seeds.

And when the seeds began to grow,

It was like a garden filled with snow.

But when the snow began to melt,

It was like a ship without a belt.

And when the ship began to sail,

It was like a bird without a tail.

And when the bird began to fly,

It was like an eagle in the sky.

And when the sky began to roar,

It was like a lion at my door.

And when the door began to crack,

It was like a penknife in my back.

And when my back began to bleed,

I was dead, dead, dead indeed.

 

*coughcough* Like I said, weird. It's kind of hard to make

sense out of, but it's the best I could find. I'll try to find

more later. :)

submitted by Megan M., age 14, Ohio
(August 25, 2009 - 2:38 pm)

I have a really weird one... just got to find it.

submitted by R~D~
(August 26, 2009 - 11:00 am)

Yike.

submitted by Emily L., age 14, WA
(August 26, 2009 - 2:06 pm)

Ooh! What a great thread topic! My dad and I are famous for making up strange poems together! Here is one we wrote last winter:

Chicken Lickin' and Blue Haired Bears

One day I ate a yummy chicken

Then while I was finger-lickin'

Along came a blue-haired bear

Who sang and ran away.

 

I ran into my bedroom fast

I shouted to myself "Avast!

A blue-haired bear has sung to me

Has sung and run away!"

 

My mother heard me shouting there

About the bear with bluish hair

She came upstairs and quickly I

Sang and ran away.

 

My mom panicked and cooked some brats

In her heirloom iron pots

She took them to my father (Dad)

Who sang and ran away.

 

My mother ran right after him

Then fell into the dumpster bin

My father said, "There goes my wife!"

Then sang and ran away.

 

"Oh!" I yelled, "Look what I've found!"

It was a flower, big and round

I showed it to my dad who said,

"Go sing and run away!"

 

And so that is just what I did

But when I sang I ran and hid

Eeek! Who showed up but Blue-Haired Bear?

He sang and ran away.

 

I said, "This nonsense has to stop!"

And everyone just stopped and dropped

Including me, and that is why

I have not sung today.

 

Yes, it is a very bad poem. But it was fun to write! :)

submitted by Brynne, age 14, Flying away on
(August 26, 2009 - 2:42 pm)

Actually, Brynne, that's pretty good, just really... um... weird. In a good way. ;)

Sorta reminded me of something Shel Silverstein would write, actually.

submitted by Mary W., age 11.69, NJ
(August 26, 2009 - 4:20 pm)

Here's one from my poetry book.

A Rabbit 

 bit

a little bit an

itty    bitty

little   bit

of beet.

Then  bit

by     bit

he     bit

because liked the taste of it. But

when he bit

a wee    bit more it was more

more bitter

than before. "This beet

is bitter!"

Rabbit cried,

"I feel a bit unwell inside." But when

he bit another

bite

that bit of

beet seemed quite alright.

Besides, when all is said and done,

better bitter beet than none.

 

I hope all the bit's come out right. They're supposed to be lined up.

submitted by Maria Josephina, age 13, Georgia
(August 26, 2009 - 10:10 am)

That's cool. I also really like the one about the blue bear. :):):) Here's one my sisters and I wrote with our Dad while on a road trip, passing some cows. It can be sung to the tune of a hymn I don't remember the name of.

Look at all the cattle

fighting in a battle

over all the grass and thistles!

If we go attack them,

I will get the black one,

You can shoot the rest with pistols.

Gun goes pow,

Down falls cow,

Down ino the meadow,

All the cows are dead-o!

submitted by Emily L.
(August 27, 2009 - 2:15 pm)

Why the Spanish element to your name, MJ?

submitted by Mary W., age 11.69, NJ
(August 27, 2009 - 3:48 pm)