The World is Made of Poems

The Silly Watermelon

I squeezed a watermelon
and there wasn't any juice coming out.
I wonder what happened
to my watermelon?
Perhaps my little sister.


The Nail Polish Dance

I was putting nail polish on my nails
only if you know why.
Perhaps I'm getting ready
for the nail polish dance.
The nail polish dance?
Whoo hoo!
And I danced
at the nail polish dance.


Drippy Ice Cream

I went to the ice cream parlor
to get some ice cream.
When the ice cream parlor
was holding my ice cream
it dripped.
When she was giving it to me
it dripped.
When I was holding it at the table
it dripped.
And when I licked it
it dripped.
Drippy drippy ice cream.


Broken Glass

I was washing a glass at the sink
and I dropped it
and it broke.
Perhaps my mom was mad.
I hit my mom.
(Editor's note: I asked Grace, "Do you want people to read this and think you hit your mom?" to which she replied, "No ... I'll tell them it's just a poem.")


My Puppy Poodle

I had a poodle
and I was walking it.
My poodle screamed at me
and I said, "Shhh,"
and he calmed down.
He was running away
and I said, "Come back,"
and he came back.
He was running in the grass
and I said, "Time to go in,"
and he went in the house.