Posts Tagged ‘animal’

My Land of Dinosaurs – A Poem

By Gloson On June 11, 2009 2 Comments

Come to my land of dinosaurs
please come on, everyone.
Please, step into this ancient land
and you will have much fun!

Most dinosaurs are big and friendly,
with their long necks stretching high.
Some of them are playful and
even some are shy.

The fatosaurus weighs about
a hundred thousand pounds.
His belly’s round and shiny,
when he walks, he shakes the grounds.

The blubberosaurus cries and cries
and cries all night and day.
He can’t catch the rapidosaurus
who’s yet to be prey.

The toothiesaurus has pink teeth
that can pierce through the steel.
The singasaurus sings kid songs
when he has caught a meal.

The danceprancesaurus loves to dance
in beautiful sarongs.
He breakdances, and does ballets
to Michael Jackson songs.

Pookiesaurus is so cute
all mothers love to hug her.
In fact, they hug her way too tightly
that they start to bug her.

I hope you like my dino-land where
dinosaurs can roam.
And no, they‘re not extinct yet,
they are at their home sweet home.

Enjoy all of my dinosaurs.
I know that you’ll have fun!
And…where did this rock come from?
It’s a meteor shower! RUN!

I Do Not Want to Be a Fish – A Poem

By Gloson On May 30, 2009 5 Comments

I do not want to be a fish,
”Gulp,” is all I can say.
When fierce and hungry sharks chase me,
I’d have to swim away.

I’d have to eat the yucky seaweed
in the big blue sea.
The very salty water is what
I’d have for my tea.

I don’t want to be caught by fishermen
who come in ships.
They’ll then sell me to people who
will make me fish and chips.

I do not want to be a fish,
I think it is not cool.
And honestly, I really don’t want
to live in a school.

Scary, Fat and Giant Monster – A Poem

By Gloson On May 30, 2009 1 Comment

There is a giant monster somewhere
near the Indian sea.
It is as fat and furry and
as scary as can be.

It has three funny looking horns
and one eye on its head.
Its claws are sharp and spiky
and its eyes are crimson red.

Were it to jump up 10 miles high
and fall down with a ‘BOOM!’
The whole Earth would then shake and shake
we’d think we were at doom.

If you throw it an onion it
would stand there and just cry.
The noise would break some glasses
and the folks would say, “Oh my!”

Beware folks, for it’s coming to you
right this very now.
The giant monster knows exactly
where you live, somehow.

I’m gonna tell you the best thing yet
which is quite contrary:
The scary, fat and giant monster
is imaginary.