Blue gatorade

There is a blue house on this street,
The house is blue gatorade,
This house makes me thirsty,
The people in this house are quenched,
From their blue gatorade house.

First Elk

Way up on a mountain side,
snow and trees everywhere.
The musky smell of elk blowing in my face,
Stress and strain all through my body,
Then I'm as calm as a breeze less night,
Waiting for my opportunity to strike.
Bang! I shoot, more nervous than my first day of school,
3 more times lead smacked that elk.
Then it was done

Matty G. "A Big Bull Elk."

So much depends

So much depends
upon

A big concrete
wall

pushing water
through

To provide
power

Riddle Poem

Cold like the frigid arctic seas,
Refreshing with a parched mouth,
Get rid of me fast and I strike back,
Take me slow and im your best friend,

Color Poem

There I sat chilled to the bone,
Waiting for the one who sits on the throne,
The one who they call king.
I heard the breaking of a frozen branch,
I turned around and craped my pants,
20 yards from my post,
A great grizzley ready to toast,
I guess I will never slay the king of the woods

Acronym Poem

Merc
Incredible
Concious
Hunter
Awesome
Execellent fisherman
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