Well, thanks guys. i’ll tell him that. In
the mean time, I’ll think of another Violet one.
[size=92]Whoa, your brother is fantastic at
poetry! =D[/size]
Well, I am not really that good. Here is mine.
[b]Ode to
Violet[/b]
[i]A rose is red,
Violet is blue,
why so sad Vi,
People love
you.
Your father is strong
he really does care,
His love for you is stronger
than a mighty
bear,
Helen is your mother,
her love streches far,
she really loves you in the morn,
and even
under the stars.
Your little brother is annoying,
this you already know,
but even though he teases
you,
he is stil your bro.
Jack-Jack is cute,
just like you Vi,
your love for each
other
reaches up toward the sky
And who cold forget your boyfriend,
You love Tony, it is true,
he
could have chosen any other girl,
yet he decides to go with you.
So while a rose is red,
Violet,
don’t be blue.
Your family here loves you.
And hey, I do too.[/i]
Well, I think it’s pretty. Nice job on your poem, The Star Swordsman! Figures that
you’d make one on Violet. 
Thank you
Mitch. I wanted my first original poem about her.
Here’s another one:
Bitin’ the Dust – Lightning McQueen Tribute:
[i]Round the steep bends and over curved roads,
Flyin’ like a glider and landing down low,
Shocking the judges and “wowing” the crowds,
With my thunderous engine and those steady "Ka-chow"s.
Zooming by “Thunder” and “the King” through a crash,
I send the girls screaming and throw my sticker a flash.
Who on the track can round more turns than I?
For I am McQueen – my scores touch the sky.
But what should occur as I cross the bend once more,
But the sound of a tire blowing out with a “roar”!
All the audience do fly a mile out of their seats,
As I struggle and twist down the tire-scrapped street.
Yet here come contenders: one blue and one green,
Careening down the lane like a lightning beam!
Asphalt turning low and my mouth full of soot,
I give it a shot…and tie by a foot!
“Superb!”, my sponsers say,
“You did us all proud!”
While overhead approaches an ominous cloud…
It rains down on me like a pail of defeat,
Announcing my loss and embarassing feat,
For what does it matter if I tied for the win?
My heart is not satisfied 'til I’ve beaten my kin.[/i]
Wow. That was odd… (snigger)
[size=92]I liked it a lot, Mitch. Very creative![/size]
I just read it. Very good mitch. Everything flowed really really well.
Heheh – thanks, guys! I only wish I liked Cars a little more, then I could have given it a little more “heart”… (snigger)
Rusty
Here I go,
riding my trike
This is something
that I really like
My name is Rusty,
an average boy you say?
well I see amazing things
every singal day.
This morning I saw this baby,
much younger than I,
he floated out of the house
as I rode by
This boy a little older than me,
looks nice and really fun,
i tell you he is faster than my trike,
that boy can run
His sister I think,
is another wierd one too
This morning she made a big purple ball,
and disappeared too.
Their mama never notices,
even when everyone’s gone,
she steches her arms and legs
really really long.
This one man is the dad
he is cool you see
he lifted his very own car
right in front of me.
So I see this family every day
sometimes I can’t help but figdet,
everyday I wait for something amzing,
instead, I get something TOTALLY WICKED!!!
Haha – that’s great! I love it, The Star Swordsman! 
Thank you Mitch.
You are most welcome. You should do some more, if I do say so myself.
The Cook and the Pot -
Stiring and spinning,
Flowing like grass,
Pass me the thyme,
And cut up the bass.
Fling me some salt,
To spead on the soup,
A taste of great accomplishment,
Does it compute.
Let clinking glasses ring,
And chefs tip their hat,
To the wonderous pot,
And the cook…who’s a rat!
These things just come to me. I didn’t even think about writing it; I just wrote it. It’s bizarre… (snigger)
Ode to the Baddies
We tried to run
We tried to hide
we can not escape
many times we tried
We escaped in a car,
Mr. Incredible’s son can run
with Invisigirl popping out of nowhere
it doesn’t make it any more fun
Elastigirl has us tied up
no mater where we go
Mr. Incredible beats us up
he is scary you know
But we know a hiding place
a place where it never fails
we shall escape from the Incredibles
“Officer, take me to jail”
Pfff – haha! “Officer, take me to jail!” 
Well ya, I wanted a humorous one, so I thought, why not? Jail is santuary for victims of the Incredibles.
~ Linguini ~
[i]The fire alights and the pans give a clash,
I slip in a
puddle and decend with a “splash”,
The workers all turn to observe my ballet,
A ballet of the
slipping and tossing aray.
For upon the soup pot,
What should I see?
But a common street rat,
On a steady cooking spree!
My boss gives a yell and shouts with a roar,
"You can’t cook in
here! Now head for the door!".
So with my mind in a flutter and my hands sweating free,
I make to
carry the rodent to a grave in the sea.
Down does my bicycle roll down the street,
Before screaching
to a halt near a river oh so sweet.
How far do my hands stretch out over the Seinne,
The rat in my
clutches gives a plee. Oh, what then?
Flustered and degraded I yell forcefully to my captive,
“We’re both trapped here now! Why did you have to be so active?”
Exhasperated and remorseful,
I collapse with a sigh,
But not before a pantomiming gesture catches my eye…
"Did you
nod?", I asked the petite whiskered foe,
Slowly…he nodded, his eyes all a-glow.
A plan formulated
itself in my mind,
A decision so absurd, it could work…in due time.
With a nod of the head and a
promise in mind,
I released my captive, and he escaped into the night.
Oh, how gullible I was, to let
loose my dreams with ease!
My only hope has faded with the shadows and the trees.
As I turn back to
my vehicle, its paint red and chipped,
I hear a click of claws upon the worn-down pavement bricks.
T’was
my only ray of hope that came back to me that night,
And the fire that had faded…is now once again
alight.[/i]
Huh. Now that was interesting. I guess I was a little too
bored… Heh.
Incredible is my name
strength is my game
bad guys
try to run,
makes my job more fun
I make the bad guys wail,
then they go off to jail,
keep the city
safe
forever justice shall prevail.
I just found this now! and I’m enjoying them. I
especially liked the one about Linguini, Mitch. I’m okay at writing poems, but usually the kind that dont rhyme
I
just figured out that this topic exists!
Mitch, your poem about
Linguini… I’m speechless. I was sighing and blushing the whole time…! <img src=“{SMILIES_PATH}/love2.gif” alt=“:loves:” title="In
Love" /> <3