A Unicorn in my bathroom

There's a unicorn in my bathroom

And a blue whale in the tub

There's a lion in the garden

With her little lion cub

I rush into the kitchen

Can you guess what I did find?

A hippo and a gator

Eating fruits of every kind

The frogs are watching T.V

With a zebra and a goose

I turn around and now I see

A giant brown horned moose

My mother will be home soon

I will hear her yell and shout

If I only had a giant animal

To scare all of them out

A Poem

Due tomorrow is a poem

I don't know what to do

Should it be happy, sad, or wholesome?

I haven't got a clue

Do I make it short
Or drag it on?
My pencil will not write
The word are stuck
I'm in a muck
My head is filled with fright

The clock is ticking
My brain is fried

The sweat drips down my face

Tomorrow at eight

Will determine my fate

If my poem can go from nothing to great!

The Breakfast Affair

My favorite meal of the day

Is one that will forever stay

It's not dessert or dinner or lunch

It is breakfast time with the occasional brunch

Pancakes, waffles, and eggs galore

This is the meal I truly adore

Spice it up with some hearty french toast

With sausage and bacon; sorry to boast

Forget other meals

They will never compare

To the scrum-did-ali-umptious
Breakfast affair

 Dinner Time

It is time to eat

My mother said

I look at my plate

I am filled with dread

All that I see

Are things that are green

Green chicken and peas

And even green beans

Green water, green bread

Thoughts fill my head

What color might I be

At the end of this tread?

I eat it all up

Hoping that I just might

But wait, oh no!

The dog ate my last bite

The Tissue Gets Revenge

Today my tissue punched my nose

My nose let out a scream

A fight between the two arose

This truly was obscene

The tissue cried

"I have had enough

Of your boogers and green ooze!"

And off he left in such a huff

And now my nose is black and blue

First Poem

My Sister Ate My Homework:

My sister ate my homework
My pens and pencils too
She nibbled on my scissors
And swallowed all my glue
She gobbled down my crayons
The paper clips were next
And no I could not read
In her stomach lies my text
Teacher, Teacher I am sorry
You can even ask my mother
All I did was scream and cry
And wished I had a brother

I have yet to add the proper grammar to it. I am just trying to get my poems out there. The editing will come later.

I Caved In

I am a teacher to be and I love to write poetry for children. Here I go!