Biography Poem:
My name is Reilly, it’s an Irish name meaning courageous or valiant
The red hair on my head and my fair skin are clear indications of my Irish decent
But many don’t know that I am also Puerto Rican and Italian
It’s hard to believe when you see me next to my grandma, I call myself the marshmallow to her chocolate
My name is Reilly, and my family moved here when I was ten, for what reason I don't know
I used to live in New York, you can still hear my accent when I say certain words
I’ve played soccer since I was five, and tennis for about six years
I’m basically a professional like Mia Hamm and Serena Williams
My name is Reilly, dolphins and sloths are my favorite animals
I would like a pet sloth although my mom and the law probably wouldn’t allow it
I love the ocean and the beautiful animals in it
It’s shown by the over thirty dolphins, turtles, and manatees all around my room
My name is Reilly, and I have a little sister who is a freshman
Everyone thinks we look alike, but I don’t see it
I have a cat and a dog, age five and ten
I call them Kid and Bean, although those aren’t their names
My name is Reilly, and I love puns with a passion
I sing all the time, singing songs that relate to a conversation I’m having
I constantly quote movies, especially Finding Nemo, The Sandlot, and My Cousin Vinny
I can speak whale and I love grits, made creamy, regular, or al dente
My name is Reilly, it’s an Irish name meaning courageous or valiant
The red hair on my head and my fair skin are clear indications of my Irish decent
But many don’t know that I am also Puerto Rican and Italian
It’s hard to believe when you see me next to my grandma, I call myself the marshmallow to her chocolate
My name is Reilly, and my family moved here when I was ten, for what reason I don't know
I used to live in New York, you can still hear my accent when I say certain words
I’ve played soccer since I was five, and tennis for about six years
I’m basically a professional like Mia Hamm and Serena Williams
My name is Reilly, dolphins and sloths are my favorite animals
I would like a pet sloth although my mom and the law probably wouldn’t allow it
I love the ocean and the beautiful animals in it
It’s shown by the over thirty dolphins, turtles, and manatees all around my room
My name is Reilly, and I have a little sister who is a freshman
Everyone thinks we look alike, but I don’t see it
I have a cat and a dog, age five and ten
I call them Kid and Bean, although those aren’t their names
My name is Reilly, and I love puns with a passion
I sing all the time, singing songs that relate to a conversation I’m having
I constantly quote movies, especially Finding Nemo, The Sandlot, and My Cousin Vinny
I can speak whale and I love grits, made creamy, regular, or al dente
Feel Good Story
Help from the Gingerbread Men
Kelsie Bass loved the winter holidays. Whether she was dressing up in Christmas sweaters, putting ornaments on the tree, or watching the endless stream of Hallmark movies, there was always something fun to do during that time of year. She was twelve, so she still had the joy of waiting for Santa Claus to come on Christmas Eve night, which her parents were worried she’d soon grow out of.
Her favorite part of the holidays was making cookies with her dad and her brother Alex, although it usually resulted in them arguing who would get what cookie design. Kelsie’s dad made the cookie dough from scratch; there was sugar cookie dough, chocolate chip, gingerbread, and snickerdoodle to name a few. On the day before Christmas Eve, she brought out the large assortment of cookie cutters and placed them on the kitchen table. There were pine trees, bells, gingerbread men, reindeer and even a Santa cutter. When her brother and her were done picking out which shape would go into each type of dough, her dad rolled out the dough before letting them cut the shapes. She loved the process of seeing different shapes come to life from the dough. They had a lot of people coming for Christmas Eve dinner so her dad made sure she had enough dough to feed all those people; there were so many cookies lined on baking sheets, there wasn’t a spot to put anything else on the countertops or tables.
Her parents both worked. Her mom was the CEO of a large manufacturing company and her dad was a chef. They worked so much that Kelsie rarely saw them, which was why she made the most of her time spent with her family. Her mom was working the day before Christmas Eve and her father was busy baking, so Kelsie’s grandparents were over to watch her brother and her. She loved her grandparents but they always fell asleep while watching T.V. so she didn’t get to talk with them much.
Kelsie had to make sure all the cookies got baked, so she stayed in the kitchen reading a book and waiting for the next batch to be done. Once a tray of cookies came out, she decorated them using icing and different candies. She gave the reindeer cookies little pretzel antlers and red noses, the christmas tree cookies ornaments made of nerds, and the gingerbread men hair and facial features. Five hours later and the last tray of cookies went into the oven. She was exhausted; she had a new appreciation for her dad who cooked so much.
She took the cookies out and let them cool, finally leaving the kitchen to get a new book since she had finished hers. She walked into the living room and let out a gasp. There were no decorations around her house. The only thing remotely Christmas was the sad looking tree in the corner. It barely had any ornaments on it; it was then that Kelsie realised how busy her family was. She wasn’t very tall so she couldn’t reach the Christmas decorations on the top shelf in the garage. She didn’t want to bother her dad who was not yet done with the Christmas feast and her mother was still at work so she couldn’t help her. Kelsie’s grandparents were still sleeping and she didn’t want to wake them up. Her brother was younger than her and therefore wouldn’t be able to help. Night had quickly appeared so she made herself some microwaved macaroni and cheese for dinner and went to bed trying to figure out how she could make her house look more festive.
The next morning she woke up early, full of energy and ideas of how to spruce up the house. She walked down the stairs and was shocked when she reached the bottom. The tree was covered in twinkling rainbow lights and ornaments, the stockings were hung on the chimney mantel, and garland was lining every doorway. Kelsie could not contain the expanding grin on her face. After she had went to bed, her parents must have noticed the drab look of the house and put up the decorations. Her mom was at work but would come home early since it was Christmas Eve. Her dad was still busy cooking but she had to thank him for what he did.
She walked into the kitchen where he was busy whipping cream for the pies they would eat later that night.
“Dad, the house looks so good, when did you decorate it?” she asked, bubbling with excitement.
“What do you mean? I thought you decorated the house,” her father replied with a confused look on his face.
Kelsie was confused as well, wondering who else could have gotten the house ready for the guests. Her dad mentioned how her mom came home late last night and went straight to bed and her grandparents had no idea where the Christmas decorations even were. Kelsie’s brother had gone to bed before she did so it couldn’t be him either. There was no one else in the house. Kelsie started pacing around the kitchen, trying to come up with a logical explanation. That’s when she noticed that something was different about the gingerbread cookies. She noticed that some cookies had messed up icing, even though she let them dry overnight. Some had pine from the tree stuck in their hair, while others had white fuzz that looked like the same fuzz from the stockings.
She called her dad over to take a look. She pointed out the differences; she knew she sounded crazy but there could be no other explanation. Her dad had no choice but to accept what she said, there wasn’t anyone else who could have done it. They didn’t eat the gingerbread cookies that night, and forgot about them the next day due to the excitement of opening presents. It wasn’t until they saw a line of crumbs leading out the back door that they realised somehow, the cookies had gotten up and left. It was definitely the strangest Christmas Kelsie ever had but over the years, whenever she thought about the runaway gingerbread cookies, she always smiled.
Help from the Gingerbread Men
Kelsie Bass loved the winter holidays. Whether she was dressing up in Christmas sweaters, putting ornaments on the tree, or watching the endless stream of Hallmark movies, there was always something fun to do during that time of year. She was twelve, so she still had the joy of waiting for Santa Claus to come on Christmas Eve night, which her parents were worried she’d soon grow out of.
Her favorite part of the holidays was making cookies with her dad and her brother Alex, although it usually resulted in them arguing who would get what cookie design. Kelsie’s dad made the cookie dough from scratch; there was sugar cookie dough, chocolate chip, gingerbread, and snickerdoodle to name a few. On the day before Christmas Eve, she brought out the large assortment of cookie cutters and placed them on the kitchen table. There were pine trees, bells, gingerbread men, reindeer and even a Santa cutter. When her brother and her were done picking out which shape would go into each type of dough, her dad rolled out the dough before letting them cut the shapes. She loved the process of seeing different shapes come to life from the dough. They had a lot of people coming for Christmas Eve dinner so her dad made sure she had enough dough to feed all those people; there were so many cookies lined on baking sheets, there wasn’t a spot to put anything else on the countertops or tables.
Her parents both worked. Her mom was the CEO of a large manufacturing company and her dad was a chef. They worked so much that Kelsie rarely saw them, which was why she made the most of her time spent with her family. Her mom was working the day before Christmas Eve and her father was busy baking, so Kelsie’s grandparents were over to watch her brother and her. She loved her grandparents but they always fell asleep while watching T.V. so she didn’t get to talk with them much.
Kelsie had to make sure all the cookies got baked, so she stayed in the kitchen reading a book and waiting for the next batch to be done. Once a tray of cookies came out, she decorated them using icing and different candies. She gave the reindeer cookies little pretzel antlers and red noses, the christmas tree cookies ornaments made of nerds, and the gingerbread men hair and facial features. Five hours later and the last tray of cookies went into the oven. She was exhausted; she had a new appreciation for her dad who cooked so much.
She took the cookies out and let them cool, finally leaving the kitchen to get a new book since she had finished hers. She walked into the living room and let out a gasp. There were no decorations around her house. The only thing remotely Christmas was the sad looking tree in the corner. It barely had any ornaments on it; it was then that Kelsie realised how busy her family was. She wasn’t very tall so she couldn’t reach the Christmas decorations on the top shelf in the garage. She didn’t want to bother her dad who was not yet done with the Christmas feast and her mother was still at work so she couldn’t help her. Kelsie’s grandparents were still sleeping and she didn’t want to wake them up. Her brother was younger than her and therefore wouldn’t be able to help. Night had quickly appeared so she made herself some microwaved macaroni and cheese for dinner and went to bed trying to figure out how she could make her house look more festive.
The next morning she woke up early, full of energy and ideas of how to spruce up the house. She walked down the stairs and was shocked when she reached the bottom. The tree was covered in twinkling rainbow lights and ornaments, the stockings were hung on the chimney mantel, and garland was lining every doorway. Kelsie could not contain the expanding grin on her face. After she had went to bed, her parents must have noticed the drab look of the house and put up the decorations. Her mom was at work but would come home early since it was Christmas Eve. Her dad was still busy cooking but she had to thank him for what he did.
She walked into the kitchen where he was busy whipping cream for the pies they would eat later that night.
“Dad, the house looks so good, when did you decorate it?” she asked, bubbling with excitement.
“What do you mean? I thought you decorated the house,” her father replied with a confused look on his face.
Kelsie was confused as well, wondering who else could have gotten the house ready for the guests. Her dad mentioned how her mom came home late last night and went straight to bed and her grandparents had no idea where the Christmas decorations even were. Kelsie’s brother had gone to bed before she did so it couldn’t be him either. There was no one else in the house. Kelsie started pacing around the kitchen, trying to come up with a logical explanation. That’s when she noticed that something was different about the gingerbread cookies. She noticed that some cookies had messed up icing, even though she let them dry overnight. Some had pine from the tree stuck in their hair, while others had white fuzz that looked like the same fuzz from the stockings.
She called her dad over to take a look. She pointed out the differences; she knew she sounded crazy but there could be no other explanation. Her dad had no choice but to accept what she said, there wasn’t anyone else who could have done it. They didn’t eat the gingerbread cookies that night, and forgot about them the next day due to the excitement of opening presents. It wasn’t until they saw a line of crumbs leading out the back door that they realised somehow, the cookies had gotten up and left. It was definitely the strangest Christmas Kelsie ever had but over the years, whenever she thought about the runaway gingerbread cookies, she always smiled.
Narrative Fairy Tale Poem
Once upon a time ago
There lived a kingdom not just for show
In a grand castle there lived a king
And a princess with no wedding ring
The princess displayed both beauty and grace
Considered a goddess, above the human race
Although many wanted her hand in marriage
To all the suitors she did disparage
Everyday she went to play catch by a lake
But one day she threw her golden ball too high, a mistake
It fell into the chilly water
Her favorite ball was gone, given to her by her father
She cried and cried, her tears poured
She caught the attention of a frog who was bored
He asked the maiden what was wrong
She replied in disgust, why have you come along
She said her ball fell into the pond
The frog noticed she was a pretty blonde
He said he would get it for the girl
She promised him her crown, fame or a rare pearl
He said he wanted to spend time with her
The princess agreed, she said sure
She knew the frog couldn’t leave
He was too small, she didn’t believe
He retrieved the golden ball at last
When she saw this, she cried out in aghast
The princess ran home as fast as she could
And left that slimy frog in the wood
She didn’t think of that frog for two days until
She heard a tap at her window sill
Let me in, the bullfrog cried
You said you’d be my friend, you lied
The prestigious king heard all the chatter
And asked his daughter what was the matter
This disgusting frog won’t leave me alone
Just because I promised him something, she did groan
The king said she must obey
She must allow the frog in, and let him stay
The frog stayed for dinner, he ate in happiness
While the princess looked distraught, she was a mess
Night had arrived and the frog had said
Let us go sleep in your bed
The princess looked like she was going to be sick
Come one, said the frog, please be quick
The next morning they both awoke
The little frog let out a croak
My fair maiden, please kiss me
For just like you, I am royalty
I was cursed by a witch, I am really a prince
All the princess could do was wince
She appeared sick, she looked like a wreck
But gave the green frog a quick peck
Before her eyes a prince appeared
He was so handsome, she yelled and cheered
He told the princess she would be his bride
He took her on a beautiful ride
I’ll take you to my kingdom now
So we can make our marriage vow
But what the princess did not know
Was that this fantasy was just not so
You see this frog was no ordinary creature
He had one distinguishing feature
This was a poisonous amphibian
With a rare poison in his skin
He was really no prince at all
He was still a frog, so very small
This poison caused the princess to see
A handsome prince, so happy was she
But this was all an illusion
Causing the princess to be under a delusion
She stayed this way for the rest of her life
And no one would have her as their wife
This is a caution tale to all
Do not kiss any creature, big or small
Once upon a time ago
There lived a kingdom not just for show
In a grand castle there lived a king
And a princess with no wedding ring
The princess displayed both beauty and grace
Considered a goddess, above the human race
Although many wanted her hand in marriage
To all the suitors she did disparage
Everyday she went to play catch by a lake
But one day she threw her golden ball too high, a mistake
It fell into the chilly water
Her favorite ball was gone, given to her by her father
She cried and cried, her tears poured
She caught the attention of a frog who was bored
He asked the maiden what was wrong
She replied in disgust, why have you come along
She said her ball fell into the pond
The frog noticed she was a pretty blonde
He said he would get it for the girl
She promised him her crown, fame or a rare pearl
He said he wanted to spend time with her
The princess agreed, she said sure
She knew the frog couldn’t leave
He was too small, she didn’t believe
He retrieved the golden ball at last
When she saw this, she cried out in aghast
The princess ran home as fast as she could
And left that slimy frog in the wood
She didn’t think of that frog for two days until
She heard a tap at her window sill
Let me in, the bullfrog cried
You said you’d be my friend, you lied
The prestigious king heard all the chatter
And asked his daughter what was the matter
This disgusting frog won’t leave me alone
Just because I promised him something, she did groan
The king said she must obey
She must allow the frog in, and let him stay
The frog stayed for dinner, he ate in happiness
While the princess looked distraught, she was a mess
Night had arrived and the frog had said
Let us go sleep in your bed
The princess looked like she was going to be sick
Come one, said the frog, please be quick
The next morning they both awoke
The little frog let out a croak
My fair maiden, please kiss me
For just like you, I am royalty
I was cursed by a witch, I am really a prince
All the princess could do was wince
She appeared sick, she looked like a wreck
But gave the green frog a quick peck
Before her eyes a prince appeared
He was so handsome, she yelled and cheered
He told the princess she would be his bride
He took her on a beautiful ride
I’ll take you to my kingdom now
So we can make our marriage vow
But what the princess did not know
Was that this fantasy was just not so
You see this frog was no ordinary creature
He had one distinguishing feature
This was a poisonous amphibian
With a rare poison in his skin
He was really no prince at all
He was still a frog, so very small
This poison caused the princess to see
A handsome prince, so happy was she
But this was all an illusion
Causing the princess to be under a delusion
She stayed this way for the rest of her life
And no one would have her as their wife
This is a caution tale to all
Do not kiss any creature, big or small
Poem About Me:
Good Old Days
Born in Holbrook, New York
Three hours from The Big Apple
Living like a child should, happy and carefree
I miss the good old days
Skip to elementary school, living life on the playgrounds
Visiting my grandparents whenever we had time off
Twenty hour car rides from New York to Florida, filled with Barbie movies and naps
I miss the good old days
Moving to North Carolina in sixth grade
School had been in session for a couple weeks when I arrived
I was nervous going to a school where I didn’t know anyone, but I made many new friends
I miss the good old days
Skip to high school, ready to start a new chapter in my life
I played tennis and soccer, two sports I love
I got lost on the first day of school and came in late to my math class, but by day three I was a master of the halls
I miss the good old days
My senior year has started, oh how time flies
I still play tennis and soccer; I have made so many memories from those sports
Classes have gotten harder, but I am preparing for college
I think back to the good old days, and realize the ones I’m living are pretty great too
Poem About Me:
Good Old Days
Born in Holbrook, New York
Three hours from The Big Apple
Living like a child should, happy and carefree
I miss the good old days
Skip to elementary school, living life on the playgrounds
Visiting my grandparents whenever we had time off
Twenty hour car rides from New York to Florida, filled with Barbie movies and naps
I miss the good old days
Moving to North Carolina in sixth grade
School had been in session for a couple weeks when I arrived
I was nervous going to a school where I didn’t know anyone, but I made many new friends
I miss the good old days
Skip to high school, ready to start a new chapter in my life
I played tennis and soccer, two sports I love
I got lost on the first day of school and came in late to my math class, but by day three I was a master of the halls
I miss the good old days
My senior year has started, oh how time flies
I still play tennis and soccer; I have made so many memories from those sports
Classes have gotten harder, but I am preparing for college
I think back to the good old days, and realize the ones I’m living are pretty great too