Orange Poem

Charlotte Warder
1/30/07
Orange Poem

Sitting at my table,
Just only three, talking to my buddies.
Ms. K walks out of the work room.
A big sack of golden orange balls in one hand,
Peppermint sticks in the other.
One is placed in front of me.
The ball is cold, squashed, and smooth with little black dots,
A lot like my mommy’s face with no make up on.
My teach tells us to stick the peppermint into the orange.
Pow!! Pow!! I say,
As I hear the skin ripping.
All the sudden I get this smell of orange spray.
My dad always uses it after he goes to the bathroom.
I start to suck on the peppermint,
I get a rush of bitter juice in my mouth.
It was fun for like five minutes,
Then I decide to play doctor.
When I get done cutting into the body,
I see this orange, juicy, squishy ball.
Much like a ball my mom has,
She always squeezes it when she’s mad at me.
I take a big bite of it,
Juice sacks start popping in my mouth.
Yummy!!
I wonder what we get to do next week.
Its red week!

villanelle poem

Charlotte Warder
1/23/07
Villanelle Poem

The ants came out to play.
They marched out of their hill.
But only for the day.

The King ant waved hey.
That made a republican ant ill.
Don’t wave back he is gay.

Let’s march back in this way.
We’ve got an ant down said Bill.
One ant just plopped down to lay.

I want to go back and swim in the bay.
The prey sees his kill.
He got eaten by a bird named Jay.

One of the ants heard and screamed YAY.
The Queen ant said you are such a pill.
The rest of the ants cried because they wanted him to stay.

The ants collected their money that is to be paid.
The ants stood there still.
We all need to be chill.
The funeral will be in may.

people poem

Charlotte Warder
1/18/07
People Poems

Hands on her hips, legs spread apart,
there she stands by the basketball goal.
She jumps in the air and points her finger,
“shoot like this” she says as her voice goes from high to dull.

Bending her pale body down,
her short brown hair in her face.
She fixes her knee brace,
then stays down there for awhile to linger.

Strutting a half walk/run to the ball,
trying to act cute.
To bad the boy clothes she is wearing are a hoot,
to her girly team she is such a disgrace.

Halfway there her Nike shocks come to a stop,
she turns and says “I’m not chasing it.”
Her pointy witch nose seemed to fit,
so she adjusted her glasses and gave her team the boot.

While playing with her hair,
she moves her husky body to the side lines.
Hands in the air “WOOO that shot is fine”,
she does her cutesy giggle as she starts back down to sit.