Poems

My family is a Wild Chef Plate.wild-chef-full1

My dad is the meat, the thing that everyone looks forward to seeing.

My mom is the rice, the part of the meal that balances out my dad.

Mallory is the carrots, sweet, simple and delicious.

Piper is the flavorful spicy sauces, the things that spice things up a little.

Zane is the knife tricks, the element of the meal that surprises us every single day.

I am the chef, the one who cooked the entire meal for my family.

By: Elliama Roberts

Piles as big as Mount Everestimgres

A big waist of my time

Going thru 10 pounds of pencil lead

About as hard as a rock

Throwing my text books through the window

Hopefully they never come back

Allways getting distracted

Trying to get back on track

By: Elliana Roberts


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