Paul Minitas
Had tendinitis
And then his friends said, "Please delight us
By treating us to dinner tonight
So right
This way, and let us hurry
Before your body we'll need to bury
We're very, very sad, you know
To see such a good friend go
And by the way, who'll be your heir?
We're your only friends, we fear
So won't you split it evenly among us
We'll spend it wisely, oh yes we promise."
But when Peter John said "Fifty percent!
I'll get what I'm due so I can buy a new tent!"
Then Ricky Davis put up a fit.
"I deserve way more than you, lil' twit!"
Marty Cordova
(his nickname was Grover)
Started playing 'Red Rover, Red Rover'
And tackled Ricky and Pete to the ground
"That money's mine so you two I'll pound!"
Then Paul Minitas
Said, "Please don't fightus
It just so happens that tendinitis
Only causes temporary pain."
And all of his friends looked at him in disdain.
"It's not death-threatening," wise Paul explained.

Paul Minitas
Had gingivitis
And all his friends said, "Please invite us
Over to your house to play
So we could say
Good-bye
Before you die
It was nice knowing you.
Where's all your money going to?"

But Paul Minitas
Said, "It's alrightus.
It happens that my gingivitis
Will not cause any kind of death.
It will only cause some stinky breath
So there's no reason to worry or fear
Although I doubt you even cared
And even if I passed away
You would not get any of my money."


P.S. The last word 'money' is pronounced 'moe-nay,' like Monet. Y'know, the famous artist?

I wrote this poem for my English project. See if you can guess what it's talking about:

The Offspring of the Great
    Start small
   Snuggling underneath warm blankets
When peeking from their comfort zone
    The Sun
    Is there to feed them
As the days grow old and the young mature
    They grow up on their own
    And join the multitude of brothers
Feel new life, producing
    Good Fruit
And a new story starts

A Man made of GingerBread
Didn't have a ginger head
Whatever he saw, he had to destroy it
(The worst part about it was that he actually enjoyed it)
The giant cookie lurked in a city
Named Didderville, and the result was not pretty
Everyone present would tremble in fear
Whenever the colossal piece of bread would appear
No one in Didderville dare even smirk
But in their heads they were thinking, "Let's kill this old jerk!"
Mr. Gingerbread crushed their buildings and roads
Their libraries, houses, and LemonBerry Toads.
The people of Didderville thought they were done
The only food available were gingerbread crumbs
But when Peter Willis placed a bomb
At the giant's feet and set it on
(or set it off, but as you can tell
I needed to rhyme with bomb, oh well)
Cookie Goliath then exploded
Into gingerbread rocks which soon eroded
And everyone in Didderville shouted for joy
But where was our heroic little boy?
Alas, Peter Willis wasn't too smart
T'was two feet away when the bomb blew apart
So now our little boy lies dead
In a coffin made of gingerbread