The season of fall

By Elizabeth Slade

The season of fall is a wonderful thing.

The leaves will blow and they’ll fling.

The colors are silently keen.

There are yellow, Red, Orange and Green.

Can you hear the birds call?

In this Beautiful season of fall?

The super bowl

By Elizabeth Slade

The super bowl is a football game.

If you meet a player you will be glad you came.
You do not have to go to the sport.
You could go to a party, to show your support.
The super bowl is once a year.
So when it comes, you should cheer.
You do not have to be fond of football.
You could just go for a meatball.
Even if you are not a fan, it’s still fun.
So stay awhile, or at least till it’s done.

The pug I love

By Elizabeth Slade

The Pug I Love Is A Treat

He Likes To Bite At Peoples Feet
His Bark Sounds Like A Toy
It’s so cute, for a boy.
He is always excited for food.
He is always in a good mood
He loves to give us a kiss
And He will never miss
He is a cute, Black pug
But he claws at my rug
He is scared of our cat
Probably because she is a brat
She likes to slap and chase
She will not give them grace
She will jump on our table
I would say she is unstable
Her meowing gets annoying
I think she thinks it’s enjoying.
But back to the pug I love
He likes to shove.
He is as about as big as a glove
And that’s it for the pug I love.

Our First Pug

By Elizabeth Slade

Our first pug is named Wrinkles

We liked to call him sprinkles
We have many nicknames for him
And they are pretty slim
The first one is wrinkle butt
I know, you're thinking what?
His next one is puggy love
He is he one we are proud of
There are no more
But He really likes to snore
His fur is a handsome tan
He Likes to sleep in front of the fan
His tale is curly
But it is not girly
His black face is squashed
And he hates to be washed
But he is our pug
And the one we snug

The kid named Sid.

By Elizabeth Slade

Once there was a kid named Sid

He was a young and talented kid
He was good at many things
He made lots of rings
He was great at all sports
And he makes sick forts
he has a great voice
And he makes Every good choice
He is always nice
But he hates mice
He loves Dogs
He hates hogs
He loves his stuffed bear
He has little hair
He goes to bed late
It is his fate
His moms name is Karen
His Dad's name is Faren
His brothers name is Ward
His brothers car brand is Ford
That is it for the kid named Sid
Who was a young and talented kid

Daniel's snow hawk Friend

By Elizabeth Slade

Daniel's friend was snow hawk

This snow hawk can talk
One day, the snow hawk said
"Lets go to the mountain and sled"
"I do not want to go
The temperature is really low"
Daniel told the snow hawk.
"Than lets sit in here and talk"
The snow hawk said.
"No, I want to go to bed"
Daniel said to him.
"Ok, I will go to the gym."
"NO!" Daniel howled
"You will be too loud!"
"What should I do then."
"go fiddle with a pen."
"I will be too Bored"
"Go buy a ford
For all I care."
"Oh, what about a fair."
"There are not any fairs in town."
"Oh, but I would love too see a clown!"
"Why do you have to talk so much?"
"Is that a pie on the hutch?"
"Ugh" Daniel slapped his hand on his head.
"I've had it, I am going to bed!" Daniel Said
"Ok then, I am going to watch television"
"Wait for me! You have to have my supervision!"

The End

The Catch Of The Day

By Elizabeth Slade

Phil and Neal are fishermen

They lived in a den
Phil and Neal were brothers
But they had different mothers
One day, they were fishing on the lake
When Phil did something fake
While Neal was looking away
He did something that his father didn't do in his day
He took A store bought fish
And attached it to his hook for that days dish
Into the water he dropped his hook
So he could have the praise for the cook
His brother turned back toward Phil
And said 'Lets have a picnic on that hill'
'Wait, I think I caught one'
Phil couldn't wait for his fun
'is that a silver-bas?
We could make a hash!'
Cried the proud Neal
'This will make a fine meal.'
Neal went to the bag to cut the line
'Is this a bag from Dan's fish dine?'
Neal looked at Phil in a certain way
That made Phil regret what be did that day
'Why would you do this?'
'Because you always got the praise for the fish'
then, Neals fishing bell rang
And his fishing pole hang
'See, you got the catch of the day'
'This one is for my pay'
Neal looked at Phil
'Give me that quill'
'What do you need this for?'
'I'm gonna write to old Bor'
'No, please don't do that.'
Neal gave him a pat.
'I have too after what you did'
'Don't treat me like a kid'
"Your acting like one'
'I'm not your son'
The End