If I were in charge of the worldIf I were in charge of the worldI’d cancel broccoliWaking up on the weekendsWinter snowAnd smell brothers.If I were in charge of the worldThere will be more mallsParties and more than one dogAnd go where ever youWant.If I were in charge of the worldYou wouldn’t have to eat foods you don’t wantYou wouldn’t have teachersOr you wouldn’t have sleep.If I were in charge of the worldI would have a huge trampolineTo see more in the skyI would have a huge slideTo see my grandmas houseAnd a person who doesn’t listenOr not funny would still be allowedTo be in charge of the world.
HeatherYour hair isDrifting sand.Your laugh isA baby’s laugh.Your boots areChocolate.Your smile isA panda bear.Your skin isA soft cat.
PizzaPizzaCheese crustIn a shining sliver dishPizzaSpicy salsaGetting cut in to piecesPizzaSpicy tasteIts half way eatenPizzaCool a deliciousA very very tasty thing
Amy Funny, Playful Loving, Caring, Adoring Has a baby facePlaying, Helping, Learning Smart, Crazy Friend
HappyHappy is like pink roses.It sounds like birds singing.It tastes like sweet coco.It smells like vanilla cream.Happy is like a cute puppy.It makes me feel exited.
AngryAngry is like green broccoli.It sounds like a garbage can.It tastes like sushi.It smells like garbage.Angry looks like a bully.It makes me fell mad.
Birds Pretty, ColorfulSinging, Flying, Playing They like to wonder Blue Bird
MonsterThey’re once was a beastThat had a great feastIn the Middle EastI wasn’t so far a leastIt was so breezyAt least the cheese is cheesyBut it wasn’t that easyIt was uneasyThe monster had a dogThat the dog jumped a logBut in the zoo comes a hogAnd in the pond comes a frogWhen the monster ate a bananaThe monster met its friend DianaBut she was at savannahSo bye now I going to Montana
AbigailAbby is so cuteBelieve in fairiesI like cakesGrooves to the musicAte a piece of ice creamI like to have friendsLonely at school
The FluMy cousin Maribel had the fluThen she took a shower with shampooIt was a great issueThat she waste all the tissue.It was a great messBut for her it was a stressHer body fells like its going to wreckWhich she’s trying to protect.But when she met her penpalThat lived in a corralHer penpal had a headacheAnd a stomachache.Now she can’t blinkOr she can’t winkNow that it is summertimeIt’s hard to climbNow she eats shrimpBecause she’s a wimpMy cousin has the flu.