My Mice

A couple of months ago I had a science experiment that required me to have 4 mice. So I expected to buy 4 mice do the experiment and get rid of the stinky rodents. Well thats not how it happened I talked with dad and he, surprisingly, let me keep them.

This is Silver surfer he is the cool dude of the bunch. Once he got out of the cage and went into mom and dads side and chased around the cats. Now he belives he's invinsible.




This is Jackel AKA Little One. At first he was the smallest of the group and he was kinda picked on because of his size but somehow he grew to be the 2nd biggest.




This is Jack-O. I hate this mouse, he is always picking on the other mice and he eats all of the food which is why hes so fat. He picks on all the mice except Silver Surfer.





This is Piggy. Piggy got his name from how fat he was when we first got him but he managed to lose a few ounces. He is the most paranoid mouse in the whole cage.

The Garbage Man

Here are two more poems I made this first one is pretty corny but the second one is awesome

The Garbage Man
As I, the garbage man hualed my morning junk,
I ran into a flagpole "Clunk"

I got out quickly to look at the front,
the engine then gave out a loud grunt.

"Oh dear!" I said as I looked over my truck,
"I sure have run into some real bad luck!"

Ran, I did, to the nearest phone,
But it did not work, so I gave out a moan.

I walked up to a house and knocked on the door,
and waited and waited and waited some more.

I looked at my watch to check the time.
I looked and was worried it was 5 and a dime.

No one is awake at this early morn'.
Only the ones who from sleep are torn.

And then like an angel from heaven above,
a car passed me by and I fell in love.

An old lady poked her head out of the car
and said, "Can I get your feet off this tar?"

I laughed and I said, "Yes mam, you can."
As I got in, she said, "What's the plan?"

She drove me back to my job in town.
I gave her a wave as she turned back around.

It's people like that we need more in this place.
A person who doesn't care about strangers, or race.

This second one is a parody of Jack-be-nimble.

Hot Dog
Dog be juicy
Dog I lick
Dog be over a candlestick
Dog be juicy
Dog I lick
Dog now toasted on a stick

The Pickle Poem

For the past few weeks I have been making poems in English class. At first I thought that it would be stupid, but as I've written more and more, I've begun to like it. The story behind this poem is pretty simple, I asked a girl in my class to give me a random object to write about and she came up with a pickle. I really like this poem here it is:

As the pickle sits on the floor,

I wonder where has it been before?

This pickle could not just appear

So where was it before it was here?

Could it be this came from England?

Or even its neighbor, drunken Ireland?

This could be a pickle from fancy France

Where they wear their fancy pants.

Could this be a magical pickle?

Worth a trillion shiny, new nickels?

If only the pickle could tell us it's past

It could tell us where it had been last.