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Question

i need a poem a funny one for a school festival but it should be short enough to be learnt in a day plzzzzzzzz help

Answer 1

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Answer 2

If there is one thing
That irritates me to the point of screaming
It is my inability to remember what on earth
I've been dreaming.
When I wake up my dream is as clear
As a colour print of it.
Two seconds later my mind has slipped out of gear
And I can't remember a hint of it

Although I'm sure it was all vivid and delightful
And recalling it would make me more aware and insightful.
Chances of dreamtime romances I am determined to take
Since I do not get many offers by staying awake.

Copyright; Joe Pamanian

Answer 3

i love shel silverstein... he wrote lots of funny little poems. my favorites are 'sarah cynthia sylvia stout would not take the garbage out' and 'sick'....
.....it may sound HUGE and difficult to learn but don't worry, when i learned it a few years ago, it didn't take that long!

SICK

"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay,
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash, and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is---Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"


SARAH CYNTHIA SYLVIA STOUT WOULD NOT TAKE THE GARBAGE OUT

Sahra Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
And though her daddy would scream and shout,
She simply would not take the garbage out.
And so it piled up to the ceilings:
Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
Brown bananas, rotten peas,
Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It cracked the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
Gloopy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crusts and withered greens,
Soggy beans and tangerines,
Crusts of black burned buttered toast,
Gristly bits of beefy roasts...
The garbage rolled on down the hall,
It raised the roof, it broke the wall...
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,
Globs of gooey bubble gum,
Cellophane from green baloney,
Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
Peanut butter, caked and dry,
Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,
Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold French fries and rancid meat,
yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
At last the garbage reached so high
That finally it touched the sky.
And all the neighbors moved away,
And none of her friends would come to play.
And finally Sahra Cynthia Stout said,
"OK, I'll take the garbage out!"
But then, of course, it was too late...
The garbage reached across the state,
From New York to the Golden Gate.
And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Poor Sahra met an awful fate,
That I cannot right now relate
Because the hour is much too late.
But children, remember Sahra Stout
And always take the garbage out!

~Shel Silverstein~

Answer 4

Come,come school festival,
celebrating from age of medieval,
many students participate,
teachers eagerly anticipate,
our principal is very cute,
no festival is celebrated mute,
so sing along,sing along,
before this festival is gone.

Answer 5

I've done it! I've done it!
Guess what I've done!
Invented a light that plugs into the sun.
The sun is bright enough.
The bulb is strong enough.

But oh there is one thing wrong.........

The cord ain't long enough!- Shel Silverstein

Answer 6

You seem pretty desperate there!
I might be able to help.

If it has to rhyme then i can't help you but if i doesn't then I might be able to.

contact me asap and i might have come up with an answer.

Answer 7

i am a little tea pot
hot and spout
this is my handle
and this is my mouth
pour the milk from here
hot and boiling

Answer 8

When I born, I Black,
When I grow up, I Black,
When I go in Sun, I Black,
When I scared, I Black,
When I sick, I Black,
And when I die, I still black..
And you White fella,
When you born, you Pink,
When you grow up, you White,
When you go in Sun, you Red,
When you cold, you Blue,
When you scared, you Yellow,
When you sick, you Green,
And when you die, you Gray..
And you calling me Colored ??