Hi world! Today I will be sharing my haiku poem you guys!
Hope you enjoy it!
My name is Candy
My sister’s name is Mandy
It rhymes with Candy.
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Apr.Precept
The April precept is: What is beautiful is good, who is good will soon be beautiful.
I think it means what is beautiful is good and who is good means that whoever is nice or does good will soon be beautiful.
This relates to August from Wonder, because even though he has facial deformities, he has a good heart, and the quote says that if you are good, you will soon be beautiful.
Personally, I don’t agree with the quote. First, because sometimes there are things/people that look good (beautiful), but are not always good. You could look pretty on the outside (looks good), but you could actually be mean (not good).
Second, there are other quotes that say everyone is beautiful, so why would the quote say that if you do good, you will soon be beautiful? Aren’t you already beautiful? I guess it depends on what “beautiful” means to you.
Puns that cause pundemonium
Well, you’ve got a bone to read this! Tibia honest, I don’t think it is humerus, but it just can’t get more better than this. (I do hope to crack you up, but that would be eggstraordinary) Alas, hope ye do fare well, as I’ve got a femur. I could’ve however shown you a chemistry yolk, but I knew I wouldn’t get a reaction!
Ciao! Keep on looking for puns, on this blog!
friendships
RECIPE FOR FRIEND-SHIPS
INGREDIENTS!
FIRST, ADD A CUP OF HONESTY
SECOND, MIX IT WITH KINDNESS
THIRD, ADD IT WITH TRUST!
FOURTH, PUT RESPECT IN ONE BIG BOWL.
FIFTH, PUT HELPFULNESS IN ONE SMALL BOWL.
SIXTH, SHOW OPENNESS.
SEVENTH, BE FORGIVING.
AND THEN PUT IT IN YOUR OVEN AND BAKE IT AND THAT’S MY FRIEND-SHIP RECIPE!!!!
rhyming couplets
i strongly dislike my older sister.
she gives me pain and a lot of blisters
————watermelon———- watermelons are very delicious
they are green and red with small seeds in them.
My Poem
My Burning Desire To Stop Writing This Poem
O poem, o poem, I dont want to write you.
I wish I could burn you with a million suns,
and a million bombs, and a million explosions
and it all will go boom and a blam!
So now I am done but the question still stands:
For how long must I write thy poem,
and will I ever be done, with thy poem.
- Alexey