Darnell+Sample's+words

Ode to my phone Darnell $ample

Shine shine dear old shine Oh I miss how you were mine. I didn't mean for that to rhyme And that too.

Good ol' shine You shined oh so well like day of black sun where are you now?

Alpa Chino plays in my mind no more phone calls for me for now how will i survive? you haven't...

when i looked at you i saw me no really you turned into a mirror you were black just like me thats why we were close, you on me you couldnt be seen

you smelled like my pocket where you always stayed yea i smelled you before i was bored so what

i miss you shine i wish you were mine again not meant to rhyme but too bad it did.

Praise To November 12, 2004

Praise it's 11:45 p.m on 11/12/04 I was eleven years-old and 15 minutes from being twelve. Not wanting to sleep not out of excitement but boredom. If this is how it would feel to be twelve then this is just dumb.

Praise it's 11:50 p.m on 11/12/04 I was eleven years old and 10 minutes from being twelve. Mom just now walking in the house, where was she? Does she have any idea what time it is? She must have lost her mind.

Praise its 11:55 p.m on 11/12/04 I was eleven years old and 5 minutes from being twelve. Mom says my birthday is in 5 minutes and that I'll be thirteen years-old. Wow mom doesn't know my own age

Praise it's 11:59 p.m on 11/12/04 I was eleven years old and 1 minute from being twelve. I hear a happy birthday from someone in the house. I would say "thank you" but you're a minute early Praise its 12:00 a.m on 11/13/04 I am 12 years old now (Thank You)

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would not take the garbage out! She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans, Candy the yams and spice the hams, And though her daddy would scream and shout, She simply would not take the garbage out. And so it piled up to the ceilings: Coffee grounds, potato peelings, Brown bananas, rotten peas, Chunks of sour cottage cheese. It filled the can, it covered the floor, It cracked the window and blocked the door With bacon rinds and chicken bones, Drippy ends of ice cream cones, Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel, Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal, Pizza crusts and withered greens, Soggy beans and tangerines, Crusts of black burned buttered toast, Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . . The garbage rolled on down the hall, It raised the roof, it broke the wall. . . Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs, Globs of gooey bubble gum, Cellophane from green baloney, Rubbery blubbery macaroni, Peanut butter, caked and dry, Curdled milk and crusts of pie, Moldy melons, dried-up mustard, Eggshells mixed with lemon custard, Cold french fried and rancid meat, Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat. At last the garbage reached so high That it finally touched the sky. And all the neighbors moved away, And none of her friends would come to play. And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said, "OK, I'll take the garbage out!" But then, of course, it was too late. . . The garbage reached across the state, From New York to the Golden Gate. And there, in the garbage she did hate, Poor Sarah met an awful fate, That I cannot now relate Because the hour is much too late. But children, remember Sarah Stout And always take the garbage out!

Shel Silverstein, 1974

Jimmy Jet And His TV Set by Shel Silverstein

I'll tell you the story of Jimmy Jet -- And you know what I tell you is true. He loved to watch his TV set Almost as much as you.

He watched all day, he watched all night Till he grew pale and lean, From "The Early Show" to "The Late Late Show" And all the shows between.

He watched till his eyes were frozen wide, And his bottom grew into his chair. And his chin turned into a tuning dial, And antennae grew out of his hair.

And his brains turned into TV tubes, And his face to a TV screen. And two knobs saying "VERT." and "HORIZ." Grew where his ears had been.

And he grew a plug that looked like a tail So we plugged in little Jim. And now instead of him watching TV We all sit around and watch him.

We all sit around and watch him.**
 * And now instead of him watching TV
 * [[image:http://www.turnoffyourtv.com/poemsessays/JimmyJet1.gif width="367" height="294"]] || [[image:http://www.turnoffyourtv.com/poemsessays/JimmyJet2.gif width="224" height="289"]] ||

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too, Went for a ride in a flying shoe, "Hooray!" "What fun!" "It's time we flew!" Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

Ickle was captain, Pickle was crew, And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew As higher And higher And higher they flew, Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too, Over the sun and beyond the blue. " Hold on!" "Stay in!" "I hope we do!" Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too Never returned to the world they knew, And nobody knows what's happened to Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. Written by Shel Silverstein (1930-1999)

sonnet:

I DON’T KNOW: I’m writing this sonnet I don’t know what to say. I know the style of a sonnet just not what make the topic I don’t know maybe I’m just going about it the wrong way. i know I just want to stop it. Who knows maybe this is a sign Question is a sign of what? After this sonnet I’ll leave writing sonnets behind I’m better off writing this sonnet about a duck. I don’t know maybe some people will like this. I don’t know who would this is not that good. If you find out who just list Ill review and tell you who really should This sonnet is over its time to go Was is it that hard, I don’t know.

Riff:

Kids say the darnest thing I want that its one hundred dollars (1.00) Shut up big face! Just think no one has seen the inside of this peanut. Im not in the kitchen! A sweat shop is a sweat shop if a sweat shop is a sweat shop. I don’t think transformers 2 is going to be as good as the second. Boys on the left and girls on the right Cause girls are always right (not)