Without

Without this poem,
 no lives would
 be changed.
These are but words,
 carefully arranged,

There

Their they are, there the people that spread mistakes across this page.
I should've known better to trust them.
Their known for how well they can confuse you.
There allowed to do whatever they want.
We're in for it now that there on the loose, I feel like a strangled goose.
They're minds are full of evil, wanting grammar mistakes;
They climb into your mind and their hard to get out.
My teacher warned me and tried to teach me there after us but he sounded mad.
But here they are now and they're stupid teeth are biting into me, telling me to put they wrong one down.
Those darn words. There's their, there, and they're but if you put them in the wrong sentence, you are "GRAMMATICALLY STUPID!"

Is Like

A morning is like a shooting star, starting it's long flight with a huge burst of energy.
My dad is like a great super hero, coming to my aid whenever I call, even if it is just for breakfast.
A delicious breakfast is like a slap in the face, It gets me ready for the day.
My mom is like the goodness in my soul, she's my inspiration.
School is like a Nascar race, it's the same thing over and over again and you can't wait for it to end.
A lunch is like a burst in my mouth, the first firework of plenty.
My home is like a safe haven in this crazy haven.
Sleeping is like a world of the unknown.
This poem is like my everyday, long, easy going, amazingly happy, life.

Terrerboos

Terrerboos

This is a Terrerboo

Terrerboos are terrible terrorists that tread on the tough tracks of Tokyo.

Terrerboos taste on talkitive tattletales and tender two-year-old toddlers.

Terrerboos terrify teachers, throw tantrums, and toss teenagers through the tricky train.

This terrerboo is terrifically touched by tickiling tongues and terminates at tennis.