Author: AaronEJ

I have made the realization,
That I need some motivation,
To keep me plugging along,
On this winding path,
That I know is never ending,
But I wish it would stop bending,
So I could complete a given task,
Without the hindrance of a mask,
Which are the shrouds,
That always clouds,
The road ahead,
And makes the driving hard,
Sometimes you want to fly,
Up above the cloudy sky,
But not having any wings,
Makes you look for other things,
That will take you up out,
Of this place that makes you pout.
-Aaron E-J

It’s a snowing,
It’s a blowing,
And there is no school.
So what to do today you say?
Where to go when it does snow,
But to hills we take,
And make the day a sledding day,
Just like I want to do.
But when there are those other things,
That make us stay indoors,
We waste our time,
All cooped inside,
And never have the fun.
I’ll make the time,
To go outside,
And find the joy in snow
-Aaron E-J

It’s where were at,
That does not move,
Even when we try,
It sits and stays,
And sleeps for days,
And if we even try to start a game,
Of chance or chess,
It is a mess,
That sense does never make.
Aaron E-J

It’s turkey day,
Give thanks for what?
When we invaded earth,
Our arms do reach far and so wide,
And some do try to flee,
And some do try to fight,
It is those who fight,
Like we once did,
That makes the disarray,
And then we try to put an end,
But do so just the same,
As the very ones we are fighting,
And two wrongs do not make right.
-Aaron E-J

Happy birthday Dad,
You are the new fad,
Everyone likes you,
Even those who are bad,
But bad they are not,
When they’ve had,
Your small spiel,
They become a new lad,
And are no longer mad.
So as I write this new poem,
On a little note pad,
I cannot help but think,
How you really are rad,
And no longer can one,
Who sees you be sad,
But this poem does began,
To drag on just a tad.
-By Aaron E-J for his “Dad”

Blue was the glue,
That poo poo’ed my new do,
It clambered and hollered and made to say boo,
But I kept my new look,
As it was for my book,
And had just the hook,
For a nasty old crook,
That liked to eat limes,
Had a knack for good rhymes,
And was short a few dimes,
So he had to go steel,
To make up on his deal,
That he had pawned for a wheel,
And that’s how the story begins.
-Aaron E-J

It’s Halloween, the ghosts are out there,
It’s Halloween, the rats do scamper,
It’s Halloween,
It’s Halloween,
Beware.

What do you do on Halloween?
You hide, you hide,
And hope you won’t be found.

For if you are found,
You will die,
Your soul will be chopped,
Into thousands of pieces,
And flung over the graves of the dead.
The dead will then rise,
And feast on the living
And eat the live flesh,
Of your family and friends.

Now the only way to get out of this mess,
Is to do one of two things:
The first is to dress up as one of the dead,
And then go to you neighboring houses.
The second is harder, but more to my liking,
And that is to go to Hampshire.
-Aaron E-J

You’ll give me tea for free?
Well I’ll be.
That I’d like to see,
Everywhere else you pay a fee,
But now I’ll dance in glee!
-Aaron E-J