Presentation on theme: "With a Friend by Vivian Gouled I can talk with a friend and walk with friend and share my umbrella in the rain. I can play with a friend and stay with."— Presentation transcript:
With a Friend by Vivian Gouled I can talk with a friend and walk with friend and share my umbrella in the rain. I can play with a friend and stay with a friend and learn with a friend and explain. I can eat with a friend and compete with a friend and even sometimes disagree. I can ride with a friend and take pride with a friend. A friend can mean so much to me!
Jellyfish Stew By Jack Prelutsky Jellyfish stew I’m loony for you! I dearly adore you! You’re creepy to see Revolting to chew You slide down inside With hullabaloo. You’re soggy. You’re smelly. You taste like shampoo. You bog down my belly with oodles of goo. Yet I would glue noodles And prunes to my shoe For one oozy spoonful Of jellyfish stew.
Baggage By James S Tippet Don’t forget the swimming suits; Don’t forget the thermos; Don’t forget the flashlight And a lantern for the tent. Don’t forget the blankets; Don’t forget the sweaters; “Don’t forget” was all we heard For days before we went. Don’t forget the lunch box! Don’t forget the Kodak! Don’t forget the cap stool And don’t forget the books! “Don’t forget! Don’t forget!” But when we came away We did forget to bring with us My father’s fishing hooks.
What I Found in My Desk by Bruce Lansky A ripe peach with an ugly bruise, a pair of stinky tennis shoes, a day-old ham-and-cheese on rye, a swimsuit that I left to dry, a pencil that glows in the dark, some bubble gum found in the park,
a paper bag with cookie crumbs, an old kazoo that barely hums, a spelling test I almost failed, a letter that I should have mailed, and one more thing, I must confess, a note from teacher: Clean This Mess!!!!
I Dreamed I Was Riding a Zebra By Kenn Nesbit I dreamed I was riding a zebra With curly pink hair on his head And when I woke up in the morning That zebra was there in my bed. I rode into school on my zebra. It caused all the teachers to scream. But then I was slightly embarrassed To find that it was still just a dream. I woke up again in my bedroom, And saw with relief and a laugh I don’t have a pink-headed zebra. I guess I’ll just ride the giraffe.
Postman, Postman By Arnold Lobel Postman,Postman, Ring my bell, You are here And all is well. Postman, Postman, Bring my mail, Let me serve you Cakes and ale, The day was sad, But now it’s better… A friend has written me a letter.
By Myself By Eloise Greenfield When I’m by myself And I close my eyes I’m a twin I’m a dimple in a chin I’m a room full of toys I’m a squeaky noise I’m a gospel song I’m a gong I’m a leaf turning red I’m a loaf of brown bread I’m whatever I want to be And anything I care to be And when I open my eyes What I care to be Is me
The Contents of My Desk --Kenn Nesbitt A nail. A nickle. A snail. A pickle. A twisted-up slinky. A ring for my pinky. A blackened banana. A love note from Hannah. My doodles of rockets. The lint from my pockets. A fork-like utensil. But sorry... no pencil.
A Book Speaks When you drop me on the floor I get stepped on - my sides are sore; Torn-out pages make me groan; I feel dizzy if I'm thrown; Every mark and every stain On my covers gives me pain; Please don't bend me, if you do I don't want to talk to you; But we will both be friends together, If you protect me from the weather And keep me clean so that I look A tidy, neat and happy book.