Poems

The Waves poured toppled and smashed
Upon the deck the waves crashed.

The storm was firm and throwing up rain
The Sea Devil couldn’t take the strain.

The gale thrashed this old boat
Soon it couldn’t keep afloat.

Through his spyglass he had a look.
The gales and waves concerned Hook.

The mast suddenly cracked and failed
Coming down on a sailor and he was impaled.

Tentacles rose from the sea
Making the crewmen scramble and flee.

A Harpoon fired a as the boat swung
It pieced a crewman in the lung.

The tentacles slithered and wrapped around the crew
Grabbing the first mate and ripping him in two.

There once existed a Man named Bart
Who had a tendency to Fart

He was surrounded with propane
Out It came

well he didn’t stay as one part

Belac Wal (Age 9)

Copyright 2006

Popularity: 5%

Thier once lived a Boy who loved Beanz.
He stuffed all the cans up his jeanz.

Once he ate too many.
Suddenly he Cracked and theny.

He never made it up to his teenz

Belac Wal (Age 9)

Copyright 2006

Popularity: 4%

(Related to the Limerick Ooopsss!!!)
There lived a man named Bart
After an accident he stopped liking to fart

he became a running athlete
That no body could beat

The duck tape he was joing together with fell apart

Belac Wal (Age 9)

Copyright 2006

Popularity: 6%

Once lived an Ace
Who wanted to shoot of into space

He was over-weight
He came in late

He was was running and he tripped on his shoe-lace

Belac Wal (Age 9)

Copyright 2006

Popularity: 5%

The day was early when it came
Like in a dream it was the same

But fast like the speed of light
Eyes fixed on it very tight

running almost leaving Fire
Really I am no Li-er

the police office said
is this something that you had Head?

I stared at the officer with Dis-belief
Startled with anger sudden Grief

He really couldn’t believe me
by the face I could see

The next day I was up at school
I saw something really cool

I stood look at the kitchen at 10:00
smoke and fumes coming then

there I was forward I walked
“stop” “stop” a man squawked

It was one satarday in the morn
when my happynesss was torn.

By the most weird weird weird thing.
like raining frogs that like to sing.

but the most frightning that I recall.
was when i booted my ball.

It flew over the side of the park.
it was caught my something hiding in the dark.

It was holding a sack.
of body peices that It had hack.

It stepped out with a snort.
I chuck to the ground a head it Caught.

It stepped forward feet slobbing like brick.
he spoke “it makes me sick”.

“when people throughstuff on my ground” It sighed.
I coudn’t answer I was petrified.

WARNING WARRIORS BEWARE

I am humble I have MIGHT
I wont give up without a FIGHT
If you dare then bring it ON
I will ashore you you’ll be GONE
If you want to live then do not FIGHT
I possess a powerful MIGHT
So if you want to live listen HERE
I am a warrior I have no FEAR
Get out of my TERROR-TORY
Or it will be a gruesome STORY
So go away I will FIGHT
I posses a powerful MIGHT

Copyright 2006

The Warrior Poem by Belac Wal (age 9)

Popularity: 10%