Fully Featured Website Hosting!!! Coffee black as midnight Sunlight bright as day Morning concurs happiness Hair never falls my way Don’t believe in wake up calls Natural wakes at noon I eat my cereal with a fork (I’m terrified of spoons) Oompa-Loompas, Leprechauns Witches that are hairy Dinosaurs and large bread cows I find all these things quite scary My mind is blonde My heart is warm My eyes are honey brown I respect the way I think I think I hate life on the farm And if you cry, if I may cry Pick us up, we fall. And hoping someday, I may hope Three wishes for us all I do know how to smile And that I always do I feel that if I’m happy, Happiness to you My poem’s becoming cheesy So sad, sad yes, I know And now I shall make it different The way grass looks after you mow Rain makes me happy I love to be outside But nothing is to do there Unless you’re by my side My nails are short and chipped Only the best of us chew them short Things make me laugh that shouldn’t The End, I quit, Abort Today one thing is certain I’m really not sure what And maybe sometime I will tell the truth And I will sometime kick your butt (he he) My dream is to be president “want fries with that?” you think… I own a teddy bear named Jared I don’t watch the weakest link La La La Linoleum, You are wearing a noun. Around is a preposition I used to cry when I’d see clowns I learned today that: The gas is on the right The break is on the left Everything is simple You do not abuse a thief with theft I go crazy when I get split ends I tire very easy I fall asleep at the worst times J Pop that’s flavored cheesy Its weird how the DO NOT ENTER signs make you want to enter Its strange how when people tell you to do something, you break and tell them no My sentences are longer, confusing me and you I don’t know what I’m drinking now, it changes white to blue Kool-aide mixed with lemon juice Coffee mixed with coke I’ve tried it all, and all is good I’d puke if I’d get poked I WANT TO JUMP THROUGH THE SPRINKLERS But now it is too cold It never stopped me before I fear I am getting old… The youngest out of twenty-seven The tallest out of two I am whatever you say I am And that I say is you Do you think that it is possible? I hope you answer yes Pessimism isn’t good Well, neither is breakfast Fruit gives you cancer Plans give you rain I own a pitch-black coffee cup It hasn’t been washed since May My coffee cup is special This I tell you why Because I can make myself believe That whatever’s in it is coffee, even if its dry It took me till the second grade to learn to tie my shoe Know what else impairs me? I am much more different than you I still don’t know how to ride a bike Whatever! Let me be… I can mabe ride a three wheeled one- is it that hard being me? Like hot chocolate with marshmallows Like sourdough and bread Like everything I’m saying, This rhyming hurts my head The smell of fresh cut grass The sight of running water The girlishness of this poem This all comes from THE best daughter Its sad, but true, damnit This poem is becoming a book Guys rule, girls rule I need to see your look Everything is possible Even stir-fried peas I can cook and clean don’t ask me to though I can warm up frozen cheese… What do you believe in? In anything and everything? In peace and true love? What about angels… Who are said to hold the sky above? I don’t know what is true, Or for that matter what is false And even though I try to care I seem to loose my pulse Whatever may confuse you Confuses me much more And even though we fight it Britney Spears is quite a whore Sprinklers, and soda-pop Cologne and perfume Everything is sentimental Me, and her, and you L I’ve never heard a sonic boom So I am speechless now I never had to knock on wood I have a cat named Cow M&M’s ® on layaway Barbies when I’m twelve Cherios at three o’clock I’m afraid of chocolate elves Monitor the children Clean the house by four Clean my room by never! LIFE IS NOT A CHORE My hair, I hear, hates me But I seem to find that I love it If anytime you want something Just go and throw a fit Big girls DO cry Plastic surgery is wrong Frappachino on the airplane Do not say the word thong! I love seeing the family Although I don’t admit… And even though half the time I’m happy, I try, pretend, to fit. I love my sisters, My brothers too (that’s everyone in my life) My bros, thanks for watching me My sisters thanks for daring And even though I’ve said it once I love you all for caring Although I never listen I try real hard to belive I don’t hear the words that tell me What I am to be Respect what I have chosen Do not mock my name BARBIES WILL RULE FOREVER And you still belive I’m sane? A fresh cup of coffee, A wink from a boy A kiss from my beloved A never ending ploy A kiss blown by the Oscar Meyer Wiener A tear from ‘Macho Man’ A little boy in shiny black shoes A letter from your biggest fan A guy with too much hair gel A guy with too much cologne A guy with one sweet smile A guy that feels alone A girl that owns a giggle A girl with pretty eyes A girl that owns one dress A girl that sometimes cries Know what I learned today? Coffee and seven up don’t mix And when you do, it bubbles over the cup And leaves you feeling sick I think I may never sleep again, Actually, that would be bad Don’t deprive a blonde from sleep It will leave her feeling sad I’ve been wired since school got out And right now no exception That coffee mix is killing me I think I need attention Don’t ever take the beaten path Instead cross to the trees Than climb over walls and hills And go swimming through the seas Morning will come again tomorrow And I will be awake to see And you will be asleep in bed Dreaming to be free Lip gloss flavored orange Potholders shaped like pigs Ducks that talk And chunky prune figs L Candy flavored chocolate Purple flavored shoes I lost my train of thought right here Maddona sings the blues Monica, Brandy, Maddona and Barbie Fabio and Cher None of them have last names- As if we ever cared! Don’t sweat over little things That does not include hair Sweat, and cry, and tear it out Until it learns what’s fair Fairies and cocoa Cocoa puffs and spoons Spoons for soup and soup for crackers Crackers cheese and moons Talking on the phone Painting my nails pink Playing dress-up with my sister’s clothes I cannot seem to think Never liked to do the dishes Never rode in a kangaroo Never liked to feed the cats Never found out- why you? Popcorn at a basketball game Cotton candy at the zoo Sno-cone at the circus Gum in your volleyball shoe There’s something about the nightime That makes cold coffee seem just right And the stars could sparkle constantly The darkness never fights When you walk by someone’s house, Do you ever wonder? Daydreaming is good And sometimes when your scared Buy yourself a red riding hood Your garden hose is green Dishwater smells like mold Drivers drive like drivers Tomato soup served cold I cannot see my classmates Driving at this time I’m hoping you will see it too And prefer lemon over lime To this point I end my poem For it is getting long I wish you all the very best I suck at playing ping pong That’s with complete and utter love, Cari lynn
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