T.W.I.S.T. Camp Overload**
by McKenna, fourth grade poet
I ain’t going to write no more, no more,
I ain’t going to write no more.
My hand, it aches, and my body shakes.
I ain’t going to write no more, no more.
I ain’t going to write no more, no more.
I ain’t going to write no more.
My pencil broke and I drank a Coke,
I ain’t going to write no more.
I ain’t gonna go to T.W.I.S.T. no more,
I ain’t gonna go no more.
I went for a week and my hand reeks,
I ain’t gonna go to T.W.I.S.T. camp no more.
**A T.W.I.S.T. Camp is a week-long summer writing camp offered in Northern Nevada by the NNWP.
I Ain’t Gonna Jump No More
by Blaire, sixth grade poet
I ain’t gonna jump no more, no more,
I ain’t gonna jump no more
‘cause when I jump I thump and thump.
I ain’t gonna jump no more.
I ain’t gonna jump no more, no more,
I ain’t gonna jump no more
‘cause when I jump I thump and thump
and when I thump I get a lump
and I ain’t gonna jump no more.
I ain’t gonna jump no more, no more,
I ain’t gonna jump no more
‘cause when I jump I thump and thump
and when I thump I get a lump
and with that lump there comes a bump
and
I ain’t gonna jump no more.
I ain’t gonna jump no more, no more,
I ain’t gonna jump no more
‘cause when I jump I thump and thump
and when I thump I get a lump
and with that lump there comes a bump
and that big bump busted my rump
and I ain’t gonna jump no more.
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