Sunday, November 23, 2008

O’Malley’s Finale

An arm waves through the air
Its conductor O’Malley
As he strikes up the band
For the huge grand finale
He focuses hard
One thing on his mind
His baton wicked sharp
He could make someone blind
But he doesn’t because
He is a music master
He forges ahead
Urging them to play faster
Trombones, flutes, and cymbals
Trumpets and bassoons
Harmonize together
Music fills up the room
When all of a sudden
The earth starts to rumble
Their balance is lost and
The band starts to tumble
They fall to the floor
Instruments in a jumble
Everyone is fine ‘til
The roof starts to crumble
The band and the crowd
Dash away for their lives
As chunks of the ceiling
Rain down like sharp knives
They fall through the air
At an alarming rate
And conductor O’Malley
Has suffered his fate
He was just to focused
Unable to flee
And his body was crushed
By the falling debris
He let out a scream
That was heard through the valley
A horrible sound
The O’Malley Finale

Rubber Band Guns

Rubber band guns are cool
Me and Randon made a bunch of them
From scraps at Alta’s wood shop
We had to do it secretly
Because we weren’t supposed to making weapons
Woody was cool about it though
We made some pistols
One of them was a pirate pistol
That was the coolest pistol
The coolest one of all was the rifle
It shoots big rubber bands
It can shoot two at a time
For twice the fun!

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Flannel Shirts

Flannel shirts are my shirt of choice
Flannel shirts make my torso rejoice

Monday, November 17, 2008

Thinking

Thinking can be good
Thinking can be bad
Some people think about good things
Some people think about bad things
Sometimes it is best to think before you speak
Sometimes it is best to speak before you think
A thought bubble can symbolize thinking
A light bulb can symbolize the result of thinking
Some people think with their eyes looking up
Some people think with their hand on their chin
Some people don’t even think at all
Do Make Say Think is a band
Just because you think something doesn’t mean that it will happen
Just because something happened doesn’t mean you thought about it
It is hard to tell what someone is thinking about unless you ask them
Do you want to know what I think?
I think that this poem should have ended 5 lines ago

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Burgundy Suit

A burgundy suit
Is a beautiful thing
Especially if it is paired with
A pink frilly shirt
A white belt
White shoes
And a burgundy bowtie
Whoever wears this outfit
Is automatically
The most attractive person

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Presidential Elections

I dislike presidential elections
So much hate
Democrats and Republicans
So many hard feelings
So and so’s first cousin’s friends grandma broke the law once
Too many rumors
Economic crisis
People without jobs
Or houses
$295,515,889 campaign budgets
Seven houses
Ignorance abounds
Straight Party Votes
Buttons
T-shirts
Saturday Night Live skits
(Those are alright)
YouTube videos
Yard signs
Broken voting machines
Democrat Ice Cream
Republican Coffee
Polls
Polls
Polls
Get out of my face
Leave me alone
I’m trying to listen
I’m trying to learn about the issues
I am not a sheep
I won’t walk blindly
Leave me be
To make my choice
To do my duty
And get on with my life

Monday, November 3, 2008

Porch Sitting At Tim's House

We used to sit on Tim’s porch a lot
It was the hip place to be
We would sit there on Mondays
We would sit there on Tuesdays
We would sit there on Wednesdays
We would sit there on Thursdays
We would sit there on Fridays
We would sit there on Saturdays
We would talk of Tim’s various girlfriends
And sometimes we would call them
It was my favorite place to sit

Jam Sessions At Tim's House

Tim had jam sessions at his house
With Cameron, Chris, and me
But not really me
I didn’t play a good instrument
I tried writing a song once
But they accused me of copyright infringement

The Notepad At Tim's House

Tim had a notepad at his house
Where his family would write messages to each other
Me and Cameron used to write stuff about Tim’s girlfriends
In the middle of it so he wouldn’t know
And then a week later he would get mad
Because his parents would see what we wrote
And it embarrassed him
Oh the fun we had

Giraffesic Park

A movie that I made for my Multimedia class.