My Messy Room By George My mom said, “Clean your room,” I went to my closet and got my broom. I saw a bunch of ants and my old pants. I went sweep, sweep, sweep. The ants left without a peep And I finished cleaning my room.
The Random Poem By George I like my small little flower. My dog has no power. I have to go to the game. Justin Bieber has no fame. I broke my leg yesterday. That’s my random poem today.
The Donut By George There’s the donut in the box. Next to my small pet ox. Look at the glaze and there it lays. I’m ready to eat. Tell my mom no beats. I love my donut.