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Poetry Ego Tripping The Grass Exit Only
Zorbing Don't Step on a Bee Day I Read a Good Bike You're so Beautiful it's Hard to Believe
       
       

 

Where is Your Homework?

Well I didn’t do it. See, I have a life outside of school. I will work when I’m here, but definitely not on my own time. You’re crazy.

On my way to school I was attacked by a crazy guy. He beat me up and took my homework. You just wouldn’t understand.

Remember? You told me I didn’t have to do it because I’m such a good student.

My homework is right here…but it’s not done.

No, the question is…Where is your homework?

 

The Dog

There once was a dog, which ran through a bog

He jumped over a log, and next to a frog

Beside the water he began to bark

Because outside, it began to get dark

So the dog continued to woof and yelp

Until he sped home, without any help

Through the front door, the dog came tearing

Shouting he had been kidnapped by "Big, Bad Aaron"

A visit was paid to Aaron that night

Since he stole my dog, he should be ready to fight

The dog-napper never napped dogs again

All thanks to the dog’s owner, Mister Jor-dan

 

New York City

Way out eastern on the coast

The place in this world, I love the most

I know that it’s where I belong

Where the days are short and the nights are long

Close to where I was born and raised

An area of the world I should have spent more days

Busy, traffic filled, urban streets

Take your family there, it would be a treat

And after your first time to NYC

It will be your very favorite place to be

 

Jaime and Jolene

Roughly 20 years ago

South Dakota was the place

My dad had a fro

And put a smile on my mom’s face

My dad in a suit

My mom in a dress

My dad asked the question

My mom replied yes

Happy together

Never to part

Now they have a son

And he’s very smart

 

Poetry

I like poems

But sometimes they don’t make sense

Don’t have to rhyme

Just have to flow

Fun and relaxing

Everything that comes to mind

Goes down on paper

Sophomore composition

The best class of all

I like poems

 

Ego Tripping

I can play guitar like Hendrix

Got A voice like Morrison

I run faster than the wind

I start riots harder than April 26

And Taught Emeril his culinary knowledge

My Taurus smokes past Nascar Racers

I’m smarter than Einstein himself

I play soccer like Ronaldinho

And I’ll be more successful than Bill Gates

I’m Jordan Mondragon

 

The Grass

The green of the Earth

Carpeting this home

People and animals alike share the same carpet

The green carpet of the Earth

 

Exit Only

I was walking down the street

I saw a store

There were two doors

One read, "EXIT ONLY"

I entered that door that day

When I was walking down the street

And I strolled up to the store owner

And let him know he seriously underestimated that door

 

Zorbing

Rolling and spinning

Blue and Green is all I see

There’s three other zorbonauts

and then there’s me

Down the gentle slope

Five feet from the finish

I’m about to win when my zorb starts to diminish

Aaron set a booby trap and left no clues

Now I got a popped zorb and I’m about to lose

 

Don’t Step on a Bee Day

It’s the tenth of July

We’re out on a run

Me, Aaron, and the Jakes

Just want to have fun

Through the park we go

When out comes a bug

The Jakes yell, "NO!!"

Aaron slows to a lug

Then we realize, what Aaron has done

He had stepped on a bee, and over is the fun

Don’t Step on a Bee Day, is what it was

But now the Bee’s hurt, and lets out a last buzz

Me and the Jakes let out a sigh

And Aaron Carter began to cry

My favorite holiday down the drain

All because of that poor bee’s pain

 

I Read a Good Bike

I read a good bike…and rode my book

After playing some guitar

Tied my door.. and closed the shoes

Behind myself

After playing some guitar

Crossed the street with cars coming..

and stopped when it was clear..

Saw a walk, but kept on dogging

After playing some guitar

Got to my sleep and headed to house

Accomplished my mind, and bored out of a lot

Ready to start a new day

After playing guitar

 

You’re so Beautiful it’s Hard to Believe

She’s so beautiful she should be taught in school

To clarify the confusion of whom the most beautiful girl is

And it would definitely be a class

Who nobody could fall asleep in

And motivation not to drop out

It would be one of those classes you look forward to all day

And where you would volunteer to do extra credit

Just because you cared that much about the class