More original poetry inspired by scranimals

Pandapple by Ines

Oh happy Pandapple, eating bamboo

Caring for others who love them too.

Cute apple heads, eating the trees,

Red heads shining through the air.

Spilama by Ethan

The Spilama is not very smart

All he can do is climb and walk.

Poor Spilama, so unloved.

Everyone laughs at him

As he climbs the building. SPLAT!

The Spilama has fallen flat!

Pandaroseby Ani

High on the giant hill, the Pandarose plays

Next to the great cherry rose tree

Without which the Pandarose would die.

It does not eat bamboo; all it does all day

Is eat cherries and play.

But, at the end of the day,

The Pandarose goes in the ground

And dunks his head in the well

So his rose can live.

Then he sleeps on his high up hill.

Bananicorn by Cate

The beautiful Bananicorn, gliding through the air It’s pink, sparklyLooking out for others, who might be there. Crazy careless, and fun

It lands swiftly on the ground, And it is friendsWithout making a sound. With everyone!

BeavBird by Nicole

Being awesome,

Every day, nothing or

Anything is in his way. He is climbing up

Vines,

Being the thing.

It is

Riding up and

Down.

The rare creature

Never has a frown

The Platypieby Isabel

Oh, blue Platypie,

Swatting flies with your giant tail.

Wait!

You live in a Pie pond!

Splishity, splash,

There you go!

The Dogphinby Corinne

The Dogphin swims in the ocean all day

Flapping its little fins.

It has a long tail like a dolphin,

It barks loudly like a dog.

Smooth skin with white and brown spots

Water keeping him cool instead of hot.

It eats goldfish for a snack or meal,

If you listen closely,

You may hear him squeal

Brusselbird by James

Oh, bright Brusselbird,

How fat and dumb you are.

And it’s hard for you to be heard,

When you live so far.

The only sound you can make is nar, nar, nar

You fly, fly through the sky,

But you don’t get very far.

But still, you fly through the sky.

Cherricornby Isabelle

The cute Cherricorn can fly above the clouds,

It has wings and a sparkly crown.

It can scream really loud.

It always smiles, and its pink eye always winks,

They are a lot cuter, than you may think!

Alpacacarnation by Sophie

The Alpacacarnation lives in the forest, never to be seen.

It has a hump for his babies.

He can fly and guide every way, watching over, every which way,

To make everyone happy and love to play

With everyone.

It eats plants, but never animals—unless his babies need them.

Rabbitaffy by Katie

Sweet, sticky Rabbitaffy

Hopping across a field.

Leaving tracks wherever he goes,

When he finishes, he is sealed.

Pigullby Paulina

Pig

Incredible

Gull

Unique

Laughs a lot

Lazy, all the time

The Applegator by Uriah

The crunchy Applegator, so sweet!

Trying to catch its prey

On its stubby little feet.

It is not very fleet on its stubby feet!

Bananasquid

by AlexBanana

Amazing

Not edible

Awkward

Neat

Awesome

Squid

Quick

Unique

Intelligent

Dark

BrusselBear

by Cole

Oh, BrusselBear, you’re so green,

You’re so round,

You can’t even fit in your cave.

Oh, BrusselBear, you’re so green,

You look like an oversized jelly bean.

You’re so round,

You’re bound to roll right off a cliff.

Giraffowlby Ashley

Tall Giraffowl munching on the trees,

Looking at me, hooting day and night.

When it’s dark, he hides in the trees,

To keep away from its prey. Those crickets are tempting to eat.

When the sun comes out, he’s out and about

Searching for those tasty crickets that are going to be his meal.

Cowlamangoby Jaden

The Cowlamango is doing the tango

It lives in the forest, and moos at its tourists.

It doesn’t give out milk, instead, it gives juice,

And it eats animals like the baby brown moose.

It uses its mango to protect itself

And it shreds and lays on its comfy shelf.

Toucats lay rainbow neon eggs

Out in the trees,

Under a lot of leaves.

Can run faster than a car and

cheetah,

Always has rainbow feathers,

only on its tail

Toucats have huge wings and

eyelashes

Silk is one word to explain their

white skin.

Toucatsby Karalina

Snakelephantby Sean

You hear a rustling in the bushes The snakelephant is not a favorite of mine;And the bushes shake. I look away at the blinding sun.You walk away thinking,That was confusing! It’s going to bite me,Then you hear a hissing like a snake. And make me die!

Now I have a scare! But before it gets me,Looks like an elephant, I will run!But I don’t see a hair.But it’s worse…the snakelephant has my scent!

Poetry is an echo,asking a shadow to dance.

~ Carl Sandburg