When the midnight strikes
The things on the bed
Get up and walk around
They come in different types
This one has stripes
They keep you warm, safe and sound.
As they sing you to sleep
You go into it deep
But as you close your eyes
They open theirs
And run around with joy
Screaming and jumping happily
As the bear plays around with toys
The pillows are drinking tea
The Sheets are drinking some beer
All happy and joyful
So much fun it brings a tear
But as the rooster screams its call
And the humans get their clothes
They must go back to hiding
And the men still wonder
Where all the darn beer went.
I also did my color poem
Green looks like the long thin grass on a hot summers day.
Green sounds like the wind, rushing through the air.
Green smells like a big bail of hay ready for the cows to eat.
Green tastes like lime bubblegum fresh from the candy factory.
Green is the feeling of disgust.
Black looks like the cold dark afterlife you face after a beautiful life.
Black sounds like the owls in the night sky hooting.
Black tastes like dark licorice from the warehouse.
Black is the feeling of despair.
And here are some maths tasks I did
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