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Nonsense poems are always green unless they’re red or blue. The one below is orange. Hungry I ate a plate of flavored nails, some porridge and a boat. I was still a little hungry so I ate my sister’s coat. I went outside to ride my bike and found to my surprise I was still […]

Tammy’s neighbors gossiped, kept up a constant whine. Tammy’s neighbors wondered why she never toed the line. The orders weren’t muddled. In fact, they were quite clear. Gold was the chosen color for all the leaves this year.

Sometimes I jump up and down shouting, “Rice!” It frightens the birds and scatters the mice. Why do I do this? I know it’s not nice. Oh well, time to stand on my head screaming, “Ice!”