Poem collection

#1: Cooked Car

#2 OMG Organs

#3 Unidentified Falling Object

#4 Rat Chess Grandmaster

#5 Winnie the Oof 

#6 The Buzz

#7 Zack Tack 

COOKED CAR

   

The car was driving peacefully,

As it had no anomalies,

It went slow and steady,

As if it super Mendy

The car was red,

As if it were a Jedi,

Led I, on and on,

As if it were a bomb,

Slow defusing

My word, was I right,

It began refusing,

As if it were accusing,

The oozing boozing slime,

Which didn't rhyme, 

It didn't have the time,

The lime guy,

As the car,

Crashed and bashed

Onto the yellow brick road

It wasn't the Wizard of Oz,

For that's all I know

But instead the car,

Became cooked with tar

For evil stars,

Began cooking our car.

OMG ORGANS

Sorry to say this,

To organs replacing guitars,

Or Organs settling in your body,

But I am doing this,

To get more money

First, fellow Organs,

Put your heads on the cone,

The claustrophobic ones,

Need to pay a loan

The man with a tie,

Stole money from Rome,

Although he kept a stone,

So worthless in money,

That it was stolen by a bunny

You organs, you saxophone-looking things,

Should I jinx a Lynx?

All disagreed,

With no great greed,

He tied them to leads,

And threw them to the sea

The body organs,

Were forced to agree.

UNIDENTIFIED FALLING OBJECT

The witch and the Alien,

Looked down at the sea,

Oh dear, oh jeez,

Shall we lead the protests,

Against the so mean

Which were very keen

On making you bleed

Protests and fighters,

Many with lighters,

Began destroying the Palace

For they had bitter malice,

On the General,

Sir Potty Wensleydale, 

Went every day to a crater,

Until he saw,

A UFO 

Carrying unidentified falling objects

Oh dear Oh dear he wailed,

Along with the howls of the Forest,

Many thought he planned a plot

To trick the lot

But no were they wrong,

At singing nonstop songs

A new ruler were here,

And they didn't want more.

RAT CHESS GRANDMASTER

The best Chess player,

Magnus Carlsen probably,

Would lose to defeat,

Against cheese

Rat, the lad,

Who went against man,

Those who doubted him,

Cowered in sadness

He has played against Somalia,

Uruguay and Paraguay

All of which were too easy,

And seemed like a breeze

Perhaps India, America,

Or Ethiopia someday

But many of which,

Were like ordering takeaways

Finally Magnus,

Stocked with money,

Stolen from bunnies

Oh dear Rat, he exclaimed,

May you reach your end, pussy cat,

Although you seem like Blu Tack

Outrageous at this, Rat played on,

And beat the man head on.

WINNIE THE OOF

This is an old fairy tale story 

With a bear who lost his tail,

In a five story building,

Without a ceiling

He had been mourning the death,

Of his best mate

Who would make a great story,

Unless not that stormy

Toby, his friend,

Was given the offer,

Of going paragliding,

Or going to a zoo

Toby agreed to paragliding,

At least he was not sliding,

Instead he was flying

He died very quickly,

Sliding down the chimney

He didn't listen very properly,

For he had ADHD, poor Toby

And when he jumped off,

He killed himself,

For not knowing how to unroll his parachute,

It was in his suit,

Not in his boot

When Winnie heard of his death,

He said his last words,

To the grave of his best friend,

May you Meow in Peace, my unsung friend,

Were the 8 words that made the truth,

And he enjoyed in heaven,

At the age of eleven.

THE BUZZ

Oh King of the Buzz,

May you enjoy in Peace,

Away from this criminal,

Who tried burning you with steam

He eats Nectar, an awful lot,

Much more than the rest of the lot

He is the most powerful bee,

Who orders humans,

To be destroyed with demons

He has a son, Prince Buzz Buzz,

Who orders the Army General,

General Buzzington,

To do as he says,

Or else he betrays

The Buzz,

Enemies of the wasps,

Stay together,

Trying to stop plots

The General,

Has a stinger,

That has poison,

And lingers in enemies throats 

Oh King of the Buzz,

Take your time, bud,

But soon,

Your son may take your place

With his Ace General Buzzington,

Always at his place.

ZACK TACK

Oh Zack,

Stuck to Blu Tack,

More like Superglue

Or radish stew

He had hot glue,

And became very careless,

Soon spilling hot glue,

Over his neck,

Very painful Zack,

I had to admit,

Felt very bad,

Seeing him stuck

With an invisible barrier,

He was stuck to the wall,

With hot glue hurting a lot,

I feel bad for the boy,

All of us here

But sometimes,

It is very real

He couldn't go hospital,

With none at the village,

But soon Zack,

Was dried at the wall

Nothing we could do,

About it all,

Sometimes I wonder, 

If I could go in Zack's body

So I could feel the pain,

And understand the same.