POEMS
by Frederico Albana
The Little Train
There was a train who couldn't
No matter how he tried
He could not say "choo-choo"
As he rode the countryside
He sometimes said "chug-chug"
And even "chug-a-loo"
But that was not enough
For the members of his crew
The fireman said "no!
You have to make that noise,
Even kids know how
Since they make it with their toys."
But the porter spoke his mind
And called the whole thing silly
He said "it doesn't matter
If he can make it up that hilly"
As he tried to climb
The little train did puff
He gave a "chug-a-lug"
But the hill was much too tough
Now the liittle train is done
He can work a little slower
He was taken off his run
And now he's a lawnmower
The Brown Paper Dog
In art class today
We're learning about art
Teacher shows the way
Starting with the simple part
"It's how to speak your mind
without opening your mouth"
Teacher always was the kind
To figure these things out
She gives us all some art supplies
Like paper, pens, and glue
But she can not visualize
Just what these things can do
Jimmy makes a butterfly
Complete with big antennas
While Lisa doesn't really try
She's our classroom menace
Susie makes a lilypad
But just can't make the frog
And my creation isn't bad
A small brown paper dog
Teacher asked me what this was
I guess she just can't tell
Is it so hard to see the fuzz
I've made with shards of towel?
"It's a dog", I tell her
"And a loyal one at that
But my dog doesn't bother
To prove he is the phat"
I won't get the right effect
My art should pack a punch
So now my small brown paper pet
Is carrying my lunch
