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ok i have to do an oral speech and it has to be over a poem or song. I have 2 pieces i might use....but cant choose. And when i present them i have to make my voice louder and stuff when it needs it.and you can add more than one poem together too make it long enough. So which one should i use? this one.... Last night as I lay In my bed for some sleep, I felt something poke me From under my sheets. There’s something alive, I thought in my head -- There’s something that’s living Under my bed. I tried to be quiet, I tried to be still, Each time that I moved It would give me a chill. So I jumped from my bed Ran straight down the hall, But my parents were sleeping, “The nerve of it all!” My father was snoring, My mom she was too, Now I needed help here So this wouldn’t do. I tugged on my father Till he opened one eye. He saw me and smiled, Then quietly said, “Hi” I tugged him again, I said, “Dad come real quick. It’s under my bed And it has a big stick!” “Honey,” he said, As he sat up in bed “Couldn’t this wait till tomorrow? In the morning, instead.” “Dad, I’m afraid If you don’t come right now Your ONLY sweet daughter Will vanish somehow!” Just then my mom Smiled as she said, “Your daddy is brave; He’ll check under your bed.” So he took hold of my hand As we walked down the hall, My dad is real brave -- He’s the best of them all. When we got to my room, He turned on the light. “We’ll take care of this monster -- We will catch him tonight!” He got down on the floor Without making a sound Looked under the bed You’ll never guess what we found. Five dusty socks Rolled up in a ball, Four teddy bears Wow! That wasn’t all. Two yellow blankets, Now how’d they get there? Then, oh my gosh Not, my pink underwear! Four Barbie’s and Ken’s, A monopoly game, Clue and Parcheesi And six candy canes. A Frisbee, a racket, My pink dress that I lost, My dollhouse and art set, A game of ring toss. He pulled and he pried, The stuff covered my floor, Then he lay on his stomach -- Could there be any more? Barney and Elmo, A talk-a-lot Kate, She was dusty and dirty With a smile on her face. So those were the voices I heard late at night -- I thought I was dreaming, It gave me a fright. The pile on my floor Was at least ten feet tall, It spilled from my bedroom Then straight down the hall. Finally, my father Gave a pull real quick And from under the bed Came my lost pogo stick. Then he squirmed and he wiggled, The bed started to buck, He said, “Dear get your mother, I think that I’m stuck.” So I went to get mom As we each grabbed a foot We pulled and we tugged While my whole bedroom shook. He finally broke free As we all screamed for joy, Each of us buried Under ten feet of toys. My father just smiled, He wasn’t upset -- “Tomorrow , my sweet daughter, We’ll clean up this big mess.” He said, “There’s not a monster Under your bed. I’m afraid one couldn’t fit there Without bumping his head.” So they tucked me back in Then turned out the light, Went back to their room As we all said goodnight. But just as I started To fall back to sleep, A noise from my closet Put me back on my feet…. or... this one.... When I was a puppy I was free, I ran and played and shouted with glee. My owner was just a child at that time, And every single thing in the world seemed completely sublime. Twenty years later he found a big business opportunity, And soon he forgot about me. He had a wife and 2 children, And another pet,a red wren. Soon he found a nice big home where his children could play and shout very loud. But there was one thing that I did not like,there were no dogs allowed. The owners said that you would have to get rid of that filthy hound. So,my owner sent me to the pound,where dogs like me were put down... Several months passed and I had given up on my owner coming back. Then came the people that said they would "cut me some slack". They took me to a room with white everywhere, And there was a foul smell in the air. Then before I knew it I felt a needle go in my fur. I let out a loud grrr. Then right after I knew I was going to die. In my own language I let out a sigh. Somehow the nurse understood it said why. And I suddenly knew that everything I had ever hoped for had been a lie... I wish someone would tell me what it is that I've done wrong. Why I've had to stay chained up and left alone so long They seemed so glad to have me when I came here as a pup. There were so many things we'd do while I was growing up. They couldn't wait to train me as a companion and as a friend. And told me how they'd never fear being left alone again. The children said they'd feed me and brush me every day. They'd play with me and walk me if only I could stay. But now the family "hasn't time"; they often say I shed. They do not want me in the house, not even to be fed. The children never walk me. They always say, "Not now! I wish that I could please them. Won't someone tell me how? All I had, you see, was love. I wish they would explain. Why they said they wanted me, then left me on a chain. A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun, Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run. He's been here for days now, with nothing to do, But sit by the road, waiting for you. He can't understand why you left him that day. He thought you and he were stopping to play. He's sure you'll be back, and that's why he stays. How long will he suffer? How many more days? His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched and dry, He's sick now from hunger and falls, with a sigh. He lays down his head and closes his eyes, I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.

Public Comments

1. the first one!! it is HILARIOUS!! the 2nd is wayy too sad you are an AWESOME writer!
2. the first one seems amusing.. so that one!
3. The First One Is Great> keep Up the Good Writing> Awesome Writing