The Cat

The cat
He is really fat
He likes to eat rats
And he likes to pat
When they said that he’d lost his head
They all knew he was dead
While he was lying in bed
And he was red.

Funny Poem- At the Doctor's

There is something wrong with your face
You should go to the doctor’s place
He will help you in strife
Even if he takes your life
That is what doctors do
They try to just save you
They don’t lie
That if you die
They will give your money back
Even if they’ve broken your back
That is why you should go to the doctor’s place
So they can fix your face

Funny Poem- At the Doctor's

My Simile- Family

My mum is like a cook, cherry and alive
My dad is like a kookaburra, always laughing and funny
My brother is like a lion, because he’s jumpy and fast
My sister is like a dog, loud and quick
My baby brother is like a wrestler, strong and loud
I am like a roller-coaster, because I’m fun and wild

My Puns

The three little pigs published by Piggie land.
The guy who ran in front of a bus got busted.
Guy who got chased by a B-double ended up with twin bees.
Justin you’re only just in.

My Limerick Poem- The baker called Jim

There once was a baker called Jim
Who liked to make a dimsim
He knew why
He baked a pie
And gave it to his friend Tim

My Free Verse Poem-Bad Mr Government

We all sit here in despair
Wondering whether our son will live or die
And yet you sit there
Wondering whether to send in more
You are foul and cruel
You take action without thinking
Every war is started by you
The action you take is not for good
You are evil
Thousands live homeless every day
And your troops do the damage
You can save thousands
Just by not clicking your fingers
Why can’t you bring peace?
Instead of pain and mourning
And you think your doing good
But no one likes you
Even though you don’t realise it
You’re leading us to a downfall
People lives are becoming miserable
Because of lost loved ones or friends
Wasting money on tanks when you could give to the needy
Lucky someone ended it and brought happiness
This is the start of a new era for life in America

My Metaphor Poem- 001

My dad is an undercover agent
He has over 10000 contacts on his phone
He always comes back home with the job done
But when he goes back out
I’m always scared that one time
When he’s prowling around he’ll get taken
Or perhaps killed by a stray terrorist
Yet night after night he returns in the same state
As though he hadn’t gone anywhere
Must be an exciting job
I might get there one day