I Think I’m Gonna Puke

I’m not really feeling well
It’s something that I ate
I think I’m about to puke
It tasted like fish bait

Uh oh!
I’m gonna spew
I’m really, really sorry
If I get some on you

It’s all over the carpet
It kind of looks like plums
Hey! What’s that thing there?
It looks like lots of thumbs

I shouldn’t have eaten that food
It looked like an old baseball mitt
I’ll never eat it again
Not even a little bit

It’s all over the room
Even on the couch
I’m sorry it got everywhere
No need to be a grouch

I went and cleaned up
Now it’s all gone
Next time I’ll go puke
Outside on the lawn

Christmas

Lights
Everywhere
So Beautiful
On the houses

The tree
Covered in ornaments
Lights
And a shining star on top

Stockings
Hung by the chimney
Waiting
To be filled

And the presents
Under the tree
Ready to be opened
In the morning

I like fried chicken
Fried chicken is so great
I really want to eat it
I just can’t wait

I love it so much
It is very yummy
It tastes really good
When it’s in my tummy

I take a bite
My teeth sink in
I rip a piece off
And take a bite again

My chicken’s all gone
Now I am sad
I want some more
I’m also really mad

But I’m having more chicken
Again next week
I can’t wait
It’s fried chicken I seek

Some round
Some square
Some HUGE
And some small

Shaking it
Waiting
To open them
Wondering what’s inside

Almost time
And then
Finally
Opening them

Ripping
Tearing
The rooms a mess
One more

Opening it
Reaching inside
And pulling out
The delicious tacos