Lydia the Poet

I posted this on FB, but I had to add it here too. Lydia brought home a poetry book she made in school. I just had to share a few of her poems. The first one is her couplet poem. It made me laugh a whole lot. I still laugh whenever I read it. 

Broccoli

Broccoli, broccoli you're so yucky.

I'd rather eat my rubber ducky.

Broccoli, why do you even exist?

Now I will smash you with my fist.

Broccoli, you're never yummy,

 

Here are a few more poems I didn't post on FB.

Lydia's Haiku:

The Sun

I can't look at it.

You blow up a rocket ship.

You give the world life.

Lydia's Shape Poem:

This is a poem about a volcano, in the shape of a volcano.  It's so Lydia.

Boom!  Goes a volcano

unexpectedly.  You never

know when it's about to erupt.

I am a volcano

who erupts whenever 

I want to.  Yeah.

I'm just grand like

that.  Even Yellowstone

National Park has me.

Scientists love to get

close up, but it usually turns

out fatal because of me

hehehe.  Rumbling.  Rumble,

rumble, rumble.   I'm about

to erupt!  Here I... crack...

BOOM!  Whoo!  Now that 

was hot.  I hope I do not...

Achool! Just a bit more lava

was left.  Now this town is

 destroyed.  FYI you should know that

really old volcanoes don't erupt.