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> By rights, Azul should start a new one...
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Ok then.
The topic is Telephone Number.
I expect highly pretentious entries - this is poetry after all.
Googogogo.
This poem is to be written using your telephone number as a guide. Write your telephone number, then a line of poetry next to each number. Each line of the poem has the same number of syllables as shown by the telephone number. You can also choose a subject from which to write your poem. (summer, football, etc.)
Example:
8 If you need someone to talk to
7 Or you're all alone at home
9 If you want to joke or just gossip
0
1 Call!
3 I'll be home
9 We can do our homework together!
Number Fact Rap
When children are learning their basic number facts and have any difficulty mastering a particular table, sometimes it's fun for them to create a "rap rhyme" to help them remember! Here is an example by Mackenzie:
8 x1 is really great
because the answer is the number eight.
8 x 2= sixteen,
Isn't that the greatest thing you've ever seen?
8 x 3 gets you twenty-four,
Isn't it too bad it doesn't do a chore?
32 is what you get from eight times four,
Get a little closer, and I'll tell you some more!
8 x 5= 40 and 8 x 6 = forty-eight,
Hurry up and learn them, don't be late.
8 x 7= 56. Know why?
That's what happens when you multiply!
8 x 8= sixty-four,
Please don't walk out the door.
8 x 9 = seventy-two,
This number is so smart it can tie its shoe.
80 is what you get from 8 x 10,
Soon we can do this rap again!
Is Yellow.
I find it
Rather Mellow
The Cloth
Is Crap
As it tries
To do a Rap.
FIN.
In the Botanical Gardens
bright tulips
spread out
like a yellow tablecloth
on a table with thousands of legs.
Some tulips
have red lips
and dark black eyes.
They bow and curtsy
in the wind.
I see no mention of telephone numbers in any of these.
Coved in Sloth
'Twas very bright
Loathe it we might.
And then it died
And we all cried.
Fin.
> Who would love a tablecloth?
>
> Who would love a tablecloth?
> i asked my housemate
> he said
> me
> and raped it
Amazing, totally amazing.
Who would love a tablecloth?
i asked my housemate
he said
me
and raped it
'Why am i always so boring?'
The young boy asked his mate.
'I dunno but outside it's pouring,
Down with the rain i hate.'
The sky was filled with grey,
With forks of lightning too,
And the young boy called kay,
Went to the cellar for something to do.
looking through the boxes,
To look for something kewl,
He saw a group of dead foxes,
and here and there a tool.
But nothing could make him happy,
Until he found a cloth of yellow,
But it wasn't normal and crappy,
It was magic, gorgeous and mellow.
He tied it round his neck,
And put on a hero pose,
When down came his good friend Beck,
And shot him in the nose.
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Hehe, just something i made up quick, a bit wierd in places i know!