The Last Day of School
It was the last day of school
And I felt so free
It was time for summer
The sun is so hot I feel like my body heat is 1,000.3 degrees
There were only 20 minutes left
I felt like jumping out of my seat
The sun looked as big as the earth
We all felt the heat
School was almost out
It was time to have fun
We’ll go to 1,000 beaches
To play in the sun
2 minutes left on the clock
School is almost done
We are all hoppin' and floppin'
When the bell rang we all were out of there like a shot of a gun
School is finally over
It felt like it was a 1,000 years
While my friends and I walk home
I asked should I yell NO MORE HOMEWORK so everybody hears
That’s One Big Dog!!!
There was a 50 feet Chihuahua
He chased me the other day
The dog barked out fire
It burned me that way
It threw me around like a rag doll
I think I almost died
It kept trying to eat me
All I could do was hide
I hid in the bushes
But it sniffed me out
So I hid in its cave
But that made me pout
I said “man what a monster!!!”
I thought I was about to die
Then it gobbled me up
I never said good-bye
Inside its belly
I found my dad
He said there was a way out
So I was glad
The Day I Went Into The Past
It was raining cats and dogs
And I was in school
We were doing math
And math is so not cool
I went out to my locker
And opened it so fast
The whole school twirled around
And went into the past
Everyone screamed so loud
Both my ears fell off
Dirt came up from the ground
And made me have to cough
After spending years there
The Earth twirled again
It took about 3 hours
And we were back at ten
When I got home that day
I ran into my house so fast
I told my mom the story
Of how I went into the past
The Baseball Storm
I am really worried
That I have to pitch
I try a billion times
But it lands in a ditch
I pick up the ball
And throw it really hard
It flies a thousand feet
But hits a biker’s shin-guard
It flies a gazillion miles
And hits a giant plane
I guess the clouds are sad
Because it’s starting to rain
We all duck for cover
Because baseballs are starting to fall
I guess baseball this year
Isn’t fun at all
I get really mad
So I make a run for it
I wasn’t looking closely
And fell in a thousand foot pit
My Little Puppy
I bought a little puppy
She was as big as a Tiger
I didn’t know what to name her
So I named her Liger
One day after school
She ate everything in my room
I looked everywhere for her
Then I heard a boom
As I followed the gigantic noise
I saw her lying down
Even though she was so cute
All I could do was frown
Then she started crying
I didn’t know what to do
So I got 10,000 bones
She ate them all before I knew
Every day after that
All she ate was everyone’s clothes
Why she does this
Nobody will know
The Project
I had to do this project,
In third grade I should say,
We had to do it over the summer,
And my brain flew out and said Hey!
It’s the first day of vacation,
I didn’t know what to do,
A fire at McDonalds,
Bye-bye project… oh poo
I tried to start it over,
Right before we left,
I had no other choice,
but to commit a project theft
It’s the last day of vacation,
And I just got back today,
My project’s due tomorrow,
And steam coming out of my ears… no way!
When I got back to school,
I couldn’t stand those words,
I got an F on the project,
and then I saw birds
The Absolute No Doubt About It Worst Thing In The World
Gym oh dreadful gym
Why can’t you be fun
Slides, crunches, sprints, gallops
We sweat all day and lift a ton
Gym oh boring gym
We skip, jog, and run
Over and over
It’s life threatening not to have fun
Gym oh crimeful gym
It’ll mess up my hair
Everyday all day
I’ll have a heart attack… not fair
Gym oh scary gym
I am scared of heights
I don’t want to climb
Before you hung me on a kite
Gym oh awful gym
Add another two
To my gym no likers
Although I’m getting used to you
Hyperbole Poems
January 2010
This page was last updated on: October 22, 2015
As we continue to explore forms of poetry, we found creating Hyperbole poems to be an exciting way to review this type of figurative language, showing great exaggeration. We created our 20 line poems following a distinctive rhyming pattern, demonstrated clear understanding of hyperbole, and added our own creativity and humor.
Pennsylvania Academic Standards aligning with this writing project:
1.1.5 Learning to Read Independently
1.2.5 Reading Critically in All Content Areas
1.3.5 Reading, Analyzing and Interpreting Literature
1.4.5 Types of Writing
1.5.5 Quality of Writing
3.7.5 Technological Devices
The Biggest Foot
One day I was watching a basketball game
Then I saw the hugest shoe
But the person who was wearing it was small
And his foot is bigger than you
So the player was signing autographs
And he can barely fit in the mall
Then all these people came
Because his foot was bigger than them all
One day people were crowding him at the game
He was using his foot as a charm
To get people to like him more
But his foot is 100x bigger than your arm
But when he was at the stadium
His foot couldn’t fit on the court
So he had to go back to his house
And his foot let out a big snort
But sadly when he got back to his mansion the worst thing happened
The player got taller than his house
But when he looked down at his foot
It was no bigger than a mouse
My Pet Tiger’s Jobs
I have a pet tiger
My pet tiger was a plumber
One day he got all wet
Then he quit… what a bummer
So my tiger went to an ice cream shop
To try to get the job
Then my pet tiger got hired
By the boss named Bob
My tiger made Bob mad by getting fur in the ice cream
Then Bob yelled you’re fired
So my tiger sadly left
And said I really want to get hired
My tiger seemed so sad like he’d lost all his hope
I said don’t worry you’ll find a job soon
So I took him to the circus
And my tiger got a job of making kids a balloon
Then my tiger looked so happy making kids' balloons
My tiger did so good it became his permanent career
He smiled so wide
It stretched from ear to ear
I Don’t Believe in Santa Claus
I don’t believe in Santa Claus
Because I always get coal
Maybe its good 'cause it pays really well
But I think I’d rather get a mole
I don’t believe in Santa Claus
Because he dropped me out of the sky
I landed in a pile of manure
But what I want to know is why me… why
I don’t believe in Santa Claus
Because he brought me Barbie dolls
That really makes me mad which makes me pretty sad
I think I’d rather fall
I don’t believe in Santa Claus
Because he gave me a snout
This makes me want to cry
Now I’m moving off his route
I don’t believe in Santa Claus
Because he won’t let me live in peace
I tried to move again
And got beat by some geese