Category: Lily’s Poetry

Dear Potatoes

I do wonder why I like you,

It is rather strange for me too.

You are quite versatile,

So much you make everyone smile.

They can leave you plain,

Or, with gravy, give you a stain.

They can chop you into strips,

With no escape tips,

I should give you some,

For the time’s almost come.

It’s Thanksgiving soon,

And I have a plan,

To send you off

In a hot-air-balloon!

Fly away, potato!

Lily

Dear Turkey

Why didn’t you run faster,

You’re sitting on my plate.

All you had to do,

Was jump over the garden gate!

You’re surrounded by potatoes,

All squashed together with pie,

But if I took you as a pet,

You’ll wear a red bow-tie!

So do listen up,

Cause I’ll give you advice,

Tell your friends that when we come,

Tell us to be nice!

Lily

Tintin’s Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving to all living,

And to you, Tintin too,

I’ll wish you a good day,

Filled with things you like to do.

A nice run in the sun,

A bark at the dog park,

Chasing after birds,

Like letters in the words.

Lily

By Lily

Tigers will not become bikers.

Alligators will not become skaters.

Apes will not sell grapes.

And a machine-made cat will not get paid,

Nor try to sell lemonade.

Fish will not wish.

Snakes will not bake.

Eels will not steal.

And a seal will not make a wheel,

Or try to touch steel.

Dogs will not clear fog.

Rabbits will not develop habits.

Horses will not take detours.

And raccoons will not howl at moons,

Neither will they try to blow balloons.

Lynxes will not befriend sphinxes.

Flies will not try.

Lizards will not become wizards.

And pigs will not dig,

Or at all try to wear wigs.

So what about people?

They must not eat treacle!

These rules are tools.

You know, we all need rules.

Rhyme Time: Rhyming Dialogue

Rhyming dialogues are discussions between a Person 1 and a Person 2. Either can end the discussion by self- ending it or purposely getting convinced. Each tries to contradict the other.

“Here comes a lion with a great mane, who roared so loudly he turned into rain.”

“You are mistaken you must be insane, for lions do not turn into rain.”

“I am using a metaphoric explanation, see him there, by the train station!”

“I will repeat my lamentation, lions do not turn into precipitation.”

“Ha ha. No need to shout so loud, the lion is just a big grey raincloud! Thus ends our conversation, with a metaphoric explanation.”

Rhyme Time: Rhyming Dialogue

Rhyming dialogues are discussions between a Person 1 and a Person 2. Either can end the discussion by self- ending it or purposely getting convinced. Each tries to contradict the other.

“The land is so flat, there is not one cave for even a bat!”

“I could never hear somebody so wrong, for listen, hear that bat’s song!”

“You are mistaken for bats do not sing, that must be the train’s ding-a-ling!”

“Look at the mountains that pierce the sky, how can there not be mountains up high?”

“No, it is so flat a snow leopard would groan, if you brought him here he would moan: ‘give me mountains of the highlands high, that cut jagged edges into the sky!”

“But just look at that snowcapped peak, where all is still and all is bleak!”

“You are looking at a mere hill, look, there are cows grazing on it still! If there is a farmer to farm and to till, you have to be looking at just a hill!”

“There is no farmer to farm and to till, even the clouds are cold and still!”

“You probably just need better glasses, of maybe some optical vision classes!”

“My glasses are fine, you know that too, there is no cow up there saying moo-moo.”

“You have got me stumped and I can think of no more, I guess I can see the mountain core….”

By Lily Liu

The stormy sea,

Near the sandy shore,

Out in the ocean

Near to me.

The rules not heeded,

They thought lifeboats were

Not needed.

The ocean’s proved them wrong

While its singing its song.

The raging storm

It would not stay put,

No, not even letting peace

Set foot.

The sky’s dark,

And now it’s night.

But through the clouds,

There’s no hint of moonlight.

The world’s pitch black,

Calmness isn’t coming back.

No, not now,

No, not ever.

But please not forever.

There was an old tree,

Who was planted near the sea,

She endured all the seasons,

But ne’er with any reasons.

And oak was the name of the tree.

By Lily Liu

The elephants, preparing to look their best,

wearing tuxedos, robes, or an elegant white vest.

Yes, all the elephants,

wearing clothes that had the most elegance.

Whether it was white or black,

or so long and stiff it always went thwack!

Perhaps their clothes were lightly colored blue,

or silver, or grey, which even counted too.

In the lake— for goodness sake,

swam fish and turtles and frogs,

and here came rabbits and small prairie dogs.

Then elegantly swimming, along came the swan—

followed by a mother deer and its little fawn.

Going home with the belongings they’d be taking,

they heard the rooster call and saw a red dawn breaking.

Falling asleep was none too hard,

and even the dogs didn’t stay to guard.

And all they thought, and all they dreamed,

was about what happened last night, it seemed.

They dreamed only one dream:

only about the Elephants’ Party.

By Lily Liu

Christmas lights we enjoy year round,

Running and brightening up the town.

Some of the lights go up a pole,

Some of the lights go down a hole!

Some lights red and some lights blue,

Some lights green and purple too!

After snow coats the ground,

It seems like a light lost and found!

By Lily Liu

Beep bop. Beep bop.

“Thank you. We’ll be on our way.”

Beep bop.

“They’ve never had a case like this today.”

Beep bop.

Four tires went POP!

Bop beep. Bop beep.

“Thanks, a lot.”

Bop beep.

“Sometimes, we use a robot.”

Bop beep. He threw the old tires into a heap.

By Lily Liu

“You know I really like to rhyme,

But we don’t have any—”

“Time?”