Notebook


It was very sad when you had written about your
Dog Max.


It tickles when you write on me, but hurt me when
You rip my arms off.

I apologize to the kid I hit yesterday.

I go from a dark cave to bright world.

I dance when you shuffle through me but treat me like
Garbage, please respect me!


I have friend named folder, I found one of my arms in him.













Where I’m From Poem







I’m from a big tree with a sour taste, when I’m
Being dared to lick.





I’m from don’t play in the bath tub or you’ll
Sink and never come up again.





I’m from a spicy taste of enchiladas and
My mom saying don’t hurry with your food.





I’m from playing soccer and a big ‘yes!’ when winning.







I’m from a beautiful park called Marquette with
a long pond




Soccer, enchiladas, and that long pond is where I’m from.








What a Night,





What a Fright













I hear a noise then a voice






I look around nothing is there so I become aware












What a night











What a fright






I hear a squeak then a leak





After it I feel so ill then so I try to keep it real






I try not to be a sissy and my hair is getting frizzy






I try to act to act cool but inside I feel a fool












What a night











What a fright






I hear a click then a flick





I look around and see the shadow of a mouse wearing a blouse





Or maybe a rat wearing a hat but all along it



















Was




















My









Cat!!!!