5 Poems, Slow Days, Toy Soldiers

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Poems about meeting a caveman –

 Our teacher is a caveman with a long black scraggy beard,

Although he is our favorite man, he’s wacky, wild, and weird.

Has a limited vocabulary, but great at ancient history?

Known nothing after 1 B.C, our teacher is a caveman,

We call him funky Dave, a very hairy scary sight he is,

He is puzzled by the internet, keeps two pterodactyls pets.

They really do confuse the vet,

Our teacher is a caveman.

He’s older than the Ice Age, at least that’s what I’ve heard,

His problem in the classroom? Is he can’t read or write?

In math lessons, he counts with rocks,

Our teacher is a caveman.

Poem about breakfast smell in the morning –

Yawning, I scratch my back as usual hit the alarm button, hop into my uniform

Straightening my hair, using the biggest brush you can find

brushing my teeth, and once I get out of the shower, I smell this amazing meat,

Nothing can beat grandmas cooking she’s perfected it over the years,

Her meat is tender and extra juicy with a side of eggs and a little bacon.

Nothing can go wrong when you eat grandmas meat,

I chew slowly flavoring the meat as I explode full of flavors.

I take one big smell of my morning breakfast, and then gobble it all down.

Write a poem about your favorite pair of shoes -

Oh, I bought a new pair of shoes, you must simply have to see them.

Their blue, red, and black, and their pretty cool, they're as cool as they can be,

They're toppled with the Nike logo, they shine in the sun.

They’re awesome when I’m walking, and they're shiny in the sun.

The laces look like rainbows, shiny and clean, they even have lights on them,

The sides have blue flaming fires, their such amazing shoes.

But now my friends avoid me when they see me on the street,

Indeed, the shoes are pretty, but they smell like stinky feet,

Everyone can smell it even from a mile away they say its radioactive,

But it's just my feet and my favorite pair of shoes

Write a poem about your dog if it were human –

If my dog were human, we would play tag the entire time, or maybe hide and seek.

If my dog were human, he would be seeking something to bite on

If my dog were human, he would be begging for a walk in the park.

If my dog were human, he would be staring at me with his eyes,

If my dog were human, he would be wining to pee in the backyard,

If my dog were human, He would be begging me to pet him,

If my dog were human, we would skate together, or play games on the x-box,

If my dog were human, we would eat pizza and soda all around and joke around

If my dog were human, we would have a blast.

Why do I need 1000 words -_-

Here a debate thing I did on why athletes are paid too much

Are athletes paid too much? The answer is simple, yes athletes are paid too much, the jobs they hold do not contribute to society, I think that people with jobs that help society should be paid more, for example, an average basketball player earns 100 times the then, some rookies make more than the president. The way you should really look at it, is throwing a football or basketball worth millions and millions of dollars?

The first reason why athletes are paid too much is that what does throwing a ball do to help the community or society itself? I mean a typical U.S army soldier is 54,157 dollars and a professional basketball player is 7.7 million, which is about 141 times the amount a U.S soldier gets paid. Freshman Shelby Bloom said that “I think a man with a helmet defending his country should earn more than a man with a helmet that’s defending a football.”

Athletes being paid too much leads to being greedy, the truth is that these high wages can lead to being greedy, this is the reason why athletes are quick to change to another team for a higher paycheck. If doctors spend years studying to make a fraction of a football player and can still live comfortably then there’s no reason why a football player can't do the same.

These are my main points on why athletes should not be paid as much as they are. I hope I managed to change your mind on this subject.

This is 790 words -_-

Wow, it’s been a very slow day.

The slow days are the worst around here, which is strange when you come to think about it.

I used to long for the slow days when i was smaller.

Slow days were the dream.

On a fast day the world is like a war zone.

There’s so much shouting.

So many tears.

Things get thrown then.

Lots of things.

Things break.

Cups.

Plates.

Bones.

The fast days are bad.

Bad.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing good about the fast days.

On a slow day the world is peaceful. Tranquil even.

On a slow day everyone is quiet, respectful, polite, thoughtful.

Human.

On a slow day it’s like we’re a normal family. It’s feels like the way life is supposed to be.

It’s not that I find it boring. Honestly, it’s pretty close to Heaven.

It’s all I long for on the fast ones.

The thing is, you can’t trust a slow day.

Never.

Never trust a slow day.

One wrong word, one wrong move, one wrong sigh and a slow day changes in less than a second.

You can’t trust a slow day.

Slow days are the worst.

‘Are you happy?’

‘Of course.’

‘I knew you wanted it to be a boy.’

‘All that matters is that it’s healthy.’

‘Now you’ll have someone to watch football with.’

‘I guess. I hadn’t thought that far ahead.’

‘You can teach him to play golf.’

‘I could teach a girl to play golf you know. And if we ever have a girl she might just like football.’

‘Hmmm…’

‘Toy soldiers!’

‘What?’

‘I used to love toy soldiers when I was small. I had thousands of them. They were tiny, I’d spend hours setting them up for battle.’

‘No toy soldiers!’

‘What? Why not?’

‘No toy soldiers, no toy guns Nothing that glorifies war or death. I don’t want my son growing up to become a soldier or a gangster or someone who thinks killing is fun.’

‘That’s crazy. It never did me any harm.’

‘We should get him a doll.’

‘A doll? You mean like Action Man?’

‘I was thinking more like Barbie.’

‘Barbie?’

‘I so loved my Barbie Dream House.’

‘I bet.’

‘Or maybe one of those baby dolls that pee and poop.’

‘Eh..’

‘Oh I’m kidding. We’ll get him whatever he wants.’

‘Agreed.’

‘But no toy soldiers!’