I’ll Have a Slice of Poetry, Please!

If I were a pen
I’d click and click.
Walk outside and no one
would see me.

Jump into planes.
Ride the bus for free.
Draw all over the place.
Write very neat.

I will transform into a . . .
bird. I will fly to New York.
I will eat ice cream.
I will buy a house.

If I could I would
transform to a wonderful
beautiful fairy but of course
I’m just me.

There was a man who turned into
a cat. He scared everyone in the country.
He was eating poetry. He was a bad cat. His owner
said please be a good cat. At last he was a good cat.
And the country was safe too. But still everybody was
sad because there were no books about poetry.

If I could turn into a bunny I would
eat carrots and play
I would hop around a lot.
I would comb my ears and
jump and laugh! And I would have
a lot of fun!

The sun is awake
I like to eat a hot dog bun
In the sun
I fall asleep
I wake up
I see how
I look
Oh now
I’m a hot
dog.

If I could turn into something
I would turn into a dog in the fog.
I would howl at the sad moon.
I live in a house.

If I could be anything what
should I be? I would
like to be something that is big
and round. I would also
be something that will touch the
ground. I would like to be bright
orange, and light green. I come
around on Halloween. I know
what I would like to be. A
big round pumpkin. I
wish it will be me.

If I could change
into anything I would change into
a powerful girl.
I would use my powers
to do good things.
I would change everything
that happened in my life that was bad.

If my body could change
into anything
I would change it to
a clever, powerful me.

If I could turn into anything I would turn into
a bird.
Even though I wouldn’t be able to say just
one word.
If I was a bird I could fly.
But my name would still be Skye.
I would like to be a bird because I
could soar.
I would be able to soar as fast as a
boar.

If I could be anything,
I would be a computer.

I would play games all day,
and not let my mom know.

I would also be a loaf
of bread,
so I could be eaten.

I would put peanut butter
and jelly on me,
and eat myself.

If I did not have any peanut
butter or jelly
i”ll eat myself.

I hope you’ll not like me,
so I can eat myself.

I could change into a mouse.
I would live in a
hole with a blonde mole.

I squeak when
I need help but
no one can
hear me.

I am weak
but I don’t
weep when
a cat comes by.

One day I turned into a piece of
dirt.

It was scary I got a
new friend, fried chicken bone.

It was so scary, scary like a bear.
At least I had a friend who actually
cared.

My life as dirt was a
nightmare. I would actually rather
turn into a bear!

I am flying.
I turn and swerve.

I am so high
even birds can’t reach me.

Usually I can’t see a thing.
But when I do,
it is beautiful.

I wake up feeling different.
I feel that my weight has shifted with
my body. I try to talk but all that comes
out is “Pichu!” I gasp. I have turned
into a pichu. I like it!
My wish has come true!

I get out of bed!
My parents scream!
They tell me “You can’t go to school!”

So that is the story of how
I became a pichu.

If I could change into anything
I would change into the tooth fairy.

Flying around collecting
teeth, putting money under
pillows while they sleep, one tooth,
two teeth, three teeth, four and
even more.

If I could turn into
anything
I would turn into an

elephant.
I would blow my loud horn
and spray
water.

I would
move with the herd

of other elephants.

If I could turn into anything I would . . .
Meow, Purr, and Scratch.
What did I turn into?
A kitten!

It was strange, everybody looked at me.
I licked myself.
I tasted great.

If I could turn into
anything
I would
be a horse. When I
turned into a horse I
began to nay.

All of my friends
thought it was funny
but I didn’t, I
thought it was
cool.

But in time it was
gone. I am
all boring now.

My hand turns to wheels, my
head is a bumper and my bottom
is a license plate. As my teacher gets
in the car, I drive her to Minnesota.

I am a new person now, my
life is like no other person and
now my life is like a car.

I wish I could
turn into a zombie.
Who would
want to be a zombie?

I would eat a
brain and slurp
it all day.

People would run away.
I wish it was
May.

I woke up swashy and soaking
wet. I was in someone’s head
so I was safe and sound.

I went to school in someone’s
head. I am really smart and
pink.

I went to bed wet and swashy.
I woke up smart and pink.

I went to the library so
the person can use me. I
will be this forever because I
like being smart and pink and
wet and swashy.

Water drips from my tail.
I hate my job of eating people!
No one likes me. I bite people’s heads off.
Everyone wants to give me a bath because
I’m a skunk.