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My name is Julia and I am 10 years old. I write poetry and other creative writings.
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Saturday, March 20, 2004
Explanation: I started to get interested in this flarf business, so I decided I would write flarf too. This is my first poem of flarf. A Surprise (flarf!) Squirrel Fred puts on his slippers for the acrobatic never knowing carnival. He makes a banana for his crazy baby baboon nana a shrilly crilly absolutely mystery of the nana who thinks her breakfast needs some coconut oil. She needs chili but Fred goes to the carnival on his extra large bucket of gas thinking he could drive himself. First comes a clammy crafty clown with a chocolate cookie including clammy custard challenge and charity koalas coming toward me. Next come the tamer of tearing treacherous tarantulas with a tutu and with sauce from Tokyo. He dance daring and dramatic ballet from Ethiopia. We tried texmo terrrific tomato juice for sale only 6,000 dollars each. They found in the trash can containing tomato sauce it was horrible so they shot the sauce so it landed on the crazy baboon nana who was cranky. She said for cranky crabs' sake tomatoes are for those tearing tutu tarantulas. She threw the tomato into the blushing pig's pen ready to prepare their dinner. The pigs ate the sauce Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! The manager or messenger heard it thinking it was a nice son so he sang Oh Yeah! (pig) Gulp Gulp! (Manager). I got the beat! (pig) Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! I'm tight dudes! Gulp! Oh yeah! boo ya! Gulp! Gulp! Come see me, I got the beat! Gulp! Creatures did come. The ferocious famous fabulous frantic family of farting bears came. Crafty comic coke crickets came. Also the exciting experienced explored escaping elephants came. (Singing starts again) Gulp! I'm tight man! Gulp! Gulp! I've got the beat to the music. Oh yeah! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! The pigs stopped eating. The manager said, I sing good! Oh yeah! yeah! yeah! I I I I I I I got the beat! Sunday, March 14, 2004
A STORY OF A GOLDEN APPLE I like gold Gold might be in an apple that wouldn't be too horrible It would be amazing like there is a ghost It would make me smile I like to smile If there is gold I don't need a Ghost I just want a golden Apple Would it be amazing? That would not be horrible I'll tell you a story that is horrible I'll tell you a part that might make you smile I think it is amazing It is about gold A real golden apple Everyone wanted the apple,but thought it was a Ghost It was not a Ghost It was a Godess who did something horrible There was a beauty contest and someone threw an apple It made people smile because the apple was made out of gold It was weird and amazing way to amazing was that a Ghost? a Ghost of gold People had a lot of fights and it was horrible That was a time when no one was smiling I can't tell you the rest about this Golden apple This story is from Greek Mythology about the apple If you think this story is amazing Check it out and you will smile This story is not about a ghost This story is a little horrible With a lot of gold I like gold even if it's in an apple This story is horrible but still amazing like there is a ghost that has a smile I am still thinking about Dracula,the person.I had to sleep with garlic in my bed room. I kept on falling of my bed.When I woke up I was of my bed.Fortunutely I was the same person and not Dracula. Saturday, March 13, 2004
This is a poem about a nightmare I had after I read a frightening and horrible book called Dracula. Dracula was actually a good book but it was horrible what it was about. My Nightmare I had a dream someone, someone really scary came and my face was pale and white as a sheet. The person behind me was Dracula! Two scars like a cross were on my neck. I kicked and ran. Julia, my mom said, stop kicking me. I woke up and saw my mom and said sorry. I fell back asleep and Dracula appeared in my mind. I wore garlic all around me. Dracula could turn into a black wolf and a bat. He crashed through the window and I lost my garlic. He drank my blood and went off. The three ladies with fang looking teeth and white all over. They argued who would get to suck my blood first. I kept on getting weaker and weaker. Jonathan tried to comfort me who was my dad. Just so you know there is a real Jonathan in Dracula who is a character. I ran and kicked. Julia, my mom said, stop kicking me. My mom was awake. I fell back asleep and dreamed more. I finally died with white fangs on me and I turned into a vampire. I was in a coffin in day. There were people around me. One person with a pointed stick ready to jab at my heart and they did. I was dead and the last Dracula to be killed. I was happy to be killed because I did not like to be a vampire. Thursday, March 11, 2004
I AM A COMPUTER I am a computer and life is a little bad and a little good. The good thing is that I can play games the bad thing is when these grownups type too much I always have a stomach ache. Children play games, but they're not good at it and lose the game and I fell horrible! please don't lose a game so fast I'm going to play a game,but never,never,never, never,never, never,never,never, ever, ever,ever,ever,ever,ever, ever,ever dare to bother me.hmmph Monday, March 08, 2004
A SESTINA I am very happy I am not pale and white I'm just a dog sitting by a tree I think sitting by a tree is fun I want to be rich with money I love money that's how I get happy Oh, my life is so fun I'm never pale and white but once I was sitting by a tree There was a horned-collar dog It was a bloodhound dog It had an enormous bone that costs a lot of money I stood there paralyzed on the tree For some reason the dog was happy All I was was a dog with his white face I knew that dog was having fun I was not having fun I was a poor little dog just pale and white not with any money and not very happy stuck to a tree I was too frightened to move away from the tree Would you call this fun? Would this be the last dog not happy? No way, I'm just a dog I'm a failure without money That was when I was pale and white I hate being pale and white So here I am near a tree without money This is the time when I have fun I'm not a poor little dog I am myself and no matter how I act I will be happy. I am very happy and not pale and white I am a dog who likes a tree I like when life is fun with some money. Sunday, March 07, 2004
Dictionaries is what she uses Options between dfferent forms of writing at writing Never give up is what she says Nice is how she acts An apple is a healthy snack, that's what she always says Kidding around sometimes happens Never play tricks on her Especially when it is time for school work Intensive to her when she teaches Bawling is not good for her so don't do it Escape her by being good Really believe me Thieves never lurk near her class In case you don't know, Donna Kneibert is my 3rd-grade teacher. And not all these things are exactly true about. |