LUCY SABRINA MIRANDA LU

Lucy Sabrina Miranda Lu
would not learn to tie her shoe.

Her mother, her father, her grandmother too
were worn out from tying as Lucy Lu grew.

Her laces got dirty and splattered with mud.
Her shoes were soon all covered in crud.

Last Monday Lucy Lu 
tripped on her lace.
She fell on the ground,
got dirt on her face.

Lucy thought of a plan
so her laces would not trip her.
Now, Lucy Sabrina Miranda Lu
goes barefoot
or she wears
her slippers.

    Do you know how to tie your shoes?  Do you know how to make your bed? Today's poetry challenge is to write a poem about something you do to take care of yourself.  Do you put your seatbelt on in the car?  Do you make your breakfast?  Have fun thinking about all the things you do and have fun writing your poem.

Fill your poetry with music.

MY TOYS

My favorite doll
is an action figure
I put her in water
and she grows bigger.

My favorite doll
has lace socks.
She comes to school
in my lunch box.

My favorite doll
has a feather fan.
She sleeps in a bed
I made from a can.

My favorite doll
is getting fat.
She is hiding out
beneath my hat.

My favorite doll
has a dress that's red.
Now she is sitting
on top of my bed.

My favorite doll
likes to run and jog.
She is resting
beside my dog.

I can't find my doll.
Oh, what should I do?
There she is hiding
next to my shoe.

The Monster In My Shoe

I do not know
what to do
there's a monster
in my shoe.

He stinks, and smells.
He even reeks.
He dirties my shoes
and makes them squeak.

When I am running
in foot races,
The monster, he
unties my laces.

He makes me stumble.
He makes me fall.
I do not like
this monster at all!

Look here!
This cranky
mean old mister
has rubbed my foot
raw with a blister.

Oh what can I do?
Should I throw out my shoe?


       Thanks to my friend Jeanne Poland, I'm now going to have to think about a verse that includes the monster leaving his toe jam on my feet.  I'm having fun with this monster.  Do you have a favorite monster, does he hide out in your video game or take over the video controller?  Try writing a poem about your monster.  We could have a whole monster party.

Fishing with Grandpa

My grandpa takes me fishing
in his little rowing boat.
I have to wear a life vest
'cause if we tip, I want to float.

We take our rods and reels
out upon the lake.
We also take along
a can of wormy bait.

I do not like to touch them,
I only like to look.
So Grandpa takes a juicy one
and baits it on my hook.

I feel a little sorry
for that squiggly, wiggly worm
and if I did not need him,
I would not cause him harm.

I drop my line overboard
cross my fingers in a wish.
I hope that wiggly quiggly worm
catches me a great big fish.

Sitting in the morning sun,
I'm feeling rather fine.
Quietly I'm counting,
then,  a big tug on my line.

The float on my line is bobbing,
tell me what should I do?
 I'm reeling in a great big fish.
Oh NO! It's someone's rotten shoe.