Self- Portrait by Alexis Tan
Alexis Tan is nine years old and quite humorous too. She's a friendly girl, as friendly as could be, but her room is so messy; you could call it a zoo. She is a really good artist and you could agree, she can be really quite tricky, witty, and smart. I'm afraid she isn't a fan of math. But she loves to read and write! She loves to read and write.
The Evil Babies took Autumn
The evil babies took autumn.
They locked him in a cage.
They tickled him with matchsticks,
And filled his mouth with leaves.
They tied him up with ropes,
And filled him up with wind.
He began to swell, swell, and swell.
They burst him with a pin.
That’s why fall never came.
Raisins
I looked at the raisin.
Raisins! DIE!
The horrible raisins!
They should be banished from the world,
And sent into outer space,
To be gobbled by Martians,
And decomposed by Martian worms.
A farmer whose land it's on shall scrape it into a million pieces with his pickax
RIP raisins...
You know what? Forget it.
Alexis Tan
Ode to Refrigerators
Oh Fridge,
You keep my phone nice and cold,
My shoes are kept in there for next summer,
My jumbo pen, I never use,
Is kept there for my brother,
My pet froggy can get colder there,
He seemed to get a fever.
I also put a beaver,
I found it at the lake.
My fridge is a storage place for everything I want.
Multi colored paints are staying fresh and cold,
I keep my extra toilet nice and snug inside.
Even though my guacamole developed a beautiful white mold,
I stuffed it all inside.
When I take a whiff of my dear refrigerator,
I can still smell the jolly spring smells.
My fridge is a history museum,
For my old baby diapers,
Some prehistoric beans,
And Middle Ages jelly.
I found some renaissance chocolate sauce,
Just waiting there for me.
I’m so thankful to you,
Oh refrigerator.
Oh Fridge,
You keep my phone nice and cold,
My shoes are kept in there for next summer,
My jumbo pen, I never use,
Is kept there for my brother,
My pet froggy can get colder there,
He seemed to get a fever.
I also put a beaver,
I found it at the lake.
My fridge is a storage place for everything I want.
Multi colored paints are staying fresh and cold,
I keep my extra toilet nice and snug inside.
Even though my guacamole developed a beautiful white mold,
I stuffed it all inside.
When I take a whiff of my dear refrigerator,
I can still smell the jolly spring smells.
My fridge is a history museum,
For my old baby diapers,
Some prehistoric beans,
And Middle Ages jelly.
I found some renaissance chocolate sauce,
Just waiting there for me.
I’m so thankful to you,
Oh refrigerator.
Alexis Tan
The Water Spraying Bird
A water spraying bird,
Crying wet tears,
Swimming in the ocean,
For infinite time...
Cannot feel cold,
Nor warmth,
Time swims to a stop,
But time doesn't wait,
For the fish tailed bird,
With dull brown feathers,
As it weeps,
Ever going,
Never stopping,
Pushing itself forward,
The silence is deafening,
As she swims by,
Creatures never notice,
As she floats away,
Into the fourth dimension...
A water spraying bird,
Crying wet tears,
Swimming in the ocean,
For infinite time...
Cannot feel cold,
Nor warmth,
Time swims to a stop,
But time doesn't wait,
For the fish tailed bird,
With dull brown feathers,
As it weeps,
Ever going,
Never stopping,
Pushing itself forward,
The silence is deafening,
As she swims by,
Creatures never notice,
As she floats away,
Into the fourth dimension...
