Super Duper Terrible Disgraceful Poem

 

Hula Hooping 

Why does a Hula Hoop?

Hoo is Hula, Where is the hoop?

Hoop Hoop Hooray they say,

Can I hoop this Hula? You may.

May is where the season of spring comes to an end

Yet the Hula, never stops Hooping

And Hula never put down her Hula hoop.

  • A short Poem by Tristan Bonaiuto

Ryans Horrific Poem

 

      Water is hydrating

 

      I love H2O

 

      Everytime I go Outside

 

      I think of water

 

      Playing basketball with friends

 

      I think of water

 

      Grabbing something to eat 

 

       I think of water

 

   But when I go to sleep 

 

   I dream about turtles

 

   Swimming in the water

 

     That’s all folks 

 

      

 

Anahi, Sammy and Erika’s Bad Poem

 

I made my way down the street

To maybe get something to eat

But then I realized it smelled like

Oh cute! A little dog walking down the street

So I went back home to get some sleep

Darn I am still hungry

I should probably get something to eat.

 

Chena & Chloe’s Trashy Not At All Classy Poem

Knives are sharper than ice 

I didn’t have potatoes 

so I substituted with rice 

I cooked too much rice

So I fed the mice

 

My face hurt 

After I tripped in dirt

I want to barf 

Give me your heart 

I want to go outside

To chew on the bark

 

Jaegger and Celine 

 

-Mad Libs in the sun-

 

My shoes tap the floor, as the floor asks for more.

I walked through the door, and I had to do chores.

The ocean calls out to me, one day I hope to be set free.

Outside is a tree and I want some more tea.

The dogs play in the yard, as I channel my inner bard.

I changed the channel to the simpsons and they’re playing cards.

The moon shining like a dull bandage out in the sun.

Oh how I wish I could go have some fun!

 

CUNYs remote learning by Christy, Manuel and Hafza

 

Some faces, some live

How do we know who’s paying attention?

Zoom bombing, loud interruptions

We are learning so much from them reading from PowerPoints

Black coffee is disgusting

My essay is due at 2 

Roses are red violets are blue

Teddy bears make great professors

16 classes all at once

My mom is cooking arroz con pollo in the kitchen

Text books turn into PDFs

The wet floor tickle my feet  

Gotta go, time to sleep 

 

Happy Birthday Poem

 

Happy birthday to you.

Hope you are feeling blue.

And I know that it’s too much to ask

But could you leave and never come back?

Anyway, since it’s your birthday

I want to say have a great day

Because hopefully it’ll be your last.

 

Happy birthday or as I like to call it

A day that shouldn’t exist.