Poem

Philanthropy invovles to loves human kind,
Not violence or people being desolated.
Like a bird that has fallen out of his nest.
Chirping away trying to find it way home,
the baby bird was weak and stressed. It came
upon a cabin with lights so bright, when a man
walked out with a beard so white. He picked the birdy
up with a gentle swipe, and placed it in his beard nice and tight.
He went back inside to care for the baby birdy. When he noticed
his foot was broken, he tied a pop sickle stick to keep it strait. That way
when you walk you will not flop he told the bird.

I Am Poem

I am number Four and Legendary
I wonder who is number Three
I hear number Two Screaming
I see number One getting burried
I want number Five to grow up
I am number Four and Legendary

I pretend im number Four and a half
I feel an imaginary ferret
I touch a SlimeBlob Hob
I worry number Three is better
I cry cause number Seven is not alive
I am number Four and Legendary

I understand why im number Four
I say hi to people saying bye
I dream one day i am king
I try not to fry
I hope Dumble Dwarf is not a troll
I am number Four and Legendary