Comments for Ms. Kitchens' Corner http://lkitchens.wordpress.com A Meeting of the Minds, Worlds and Words! Sun, 09 Sep 2007 18:03:40 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 Comment on Friday, September 7 by sara111 http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/2007/09/07/friday-september-7/#comment-51 sara111 Sun, 09 Sep 2007 18:03:40 +0000 http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/2007/09/07/friday-september-7/#comment-51 where is the pow wow hand out? where is the pow wow hand out?

]]> Comment on About Ms. K by tessa http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/about/#comment-49 tessa Wed, 15 Nov 2006 01:37:44 +0000 #comment-49 you are sooo awsome! you are sooo awsome!

]]> Comment on Just the Facts Poem (10/25) by tessa http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/just-the-facts-poem-1025/#comment-48 tessa Thu, 09 Nov 2006 18:54:16 +0000 http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/just-the-facts-poem-1025/#comment-48 just the facts 5 am saturday morning, mariah was found drenched in a tissue box. Hot tears soaked her clothes How she got in there was rather simple, A man, who has no name, tore her heart, Leaving her alone with the tissue box. So many hot tears rolled out of her body, that she shrank down to the size of a hand. She reached for another tissue and fell into the box. Her tears were as big as the world, and yet she felt so small. just the facts
5 am saturday morning,

mariah was found drenched in a tissue box.

Hot tears soaked her clothes

How she got in there was rather simple,

A man, who has no name, tore her heart,

Leaving her alone with the tissue box.

So many hot tears rolled out of her body,

that she shrank down to the size of a hand.

She reached for another tissue and fell into the box.

Her tears were as big as the world,

and yet she felt so small.

]]> Comment on ACOA Packet #4 by tpoelstra http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/2006/11/02/acoa-packet-4/#comment-47 tpoelstra Tue, 07 Nov 2006 00:34:29 +0000 http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/2006/11/02/acoa-packet-4/#comment-47 I don't understand the turnitin.com things, what is our class password and ID number? I don’t understand the turnitin.com things, what is our class password and ID number?

]]> Comment on Just the Facts Poem (10/25) by lkitchens http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/just-the-facts-poem-1025/#comment-46 lkitchens Mon, 06 Nov 2006 04:32:49 +0000 http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/just-the-facts-poem-1025/#comment-46 Andres, The site may be a pain, but just think...now the whole world can peer inside your frizzy mind! Andres,

The site may be a pain, but just think…now the whole world can peer inside your frizzy mind!

]]> Comment on Just the Facts Poem (10/25) by andressme8 http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/just-the-facts-poem-1025/#comment-45 andressme8 Mon, 06 Nov 2006 02:52:52 +0000 http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/just-the-facts-poem-1025/#comment-45 Ms. Kitchens, this site can be a pain. But...this poem blog comment thing is actually pretty cool. Andres Perez 1. Who a wrestler a card player a magician 2. What a keyboard a clock a microphone 3. Where a garden a driveway a beach 4. When midnight noon dawn 5. Why why not? life or death situation easy choice 6. How upside down inside out with a pair of scissors The skinny wrestler sat hunched over in the garden He sobbed terribly and furiously blew his nose “I’m not big enough to wrestle!” he cried It was noon, and he fought at midnight The skinny wrestler needed confidence So he scurried to his computer He punched the keys on his keyboard Googling “How to gain weight” The clock read 10 P.M. and no results had sufficed “this is life or death!” he thought for tonight he faced a giant wrestler who often made his opponents disappear he was nicknamed “The Magician” The match was about to begin and in his locker room The skinny wrestler peered at his skinny reflection in a mirror And thought to his skinny self “Why not?” Ms. Kitchens, this site can be a pain. But…this poem blog comment thing is actually pretty cool.

Andres Perez

1. Who
a wrestler
a card player
a magician
2. What
a keyboard
a clock
a microphone
3. Where
a garden
a driveway
a beach
4. When
midnight
noon
dawn
5. Why
why not?
life or death situation
easy choice
6. How
upside down
inside out
with a pair of scissors

The skinny wrestler sat hunched over in the garden
He sobbed terribly and furiously blew his nose
“I’m not big enough to wrestle!” he cried
It was noon, and he fought at midnight

The skinny wrestler needed confidence
So he scurried to his computer
He punched the keys on his keyboard
Googling “How to gain weight”

The clock read 10 P.M. and no results had sufficed
“this is life or death!” he thought
for tonight he faced a giant wrestler who often made his opponents disappear
he was nicknamed “The Magician”

The match was about to begin and in his locker room
The skinny wrestler peered at his skinny reflection in a mirror
And thought to his skinny self
“Why not?”

]]> Comment on Just the Facts Poem (10/25) by alimarie http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/just-the-facts-poem-1025/#comment-44 alimarie Fri, 03 Nov 2006 04:20:12 +0000 http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/just-the-facts-poem-1025/#comment-44 oops i mean *coming not GOING int he last line. oops i mean *coming not GOING int he last line.

]]> Comment on Just the Facts Poem (10/25) by alimarie http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/just-the-facts-poem-1025/#comment-43 alimarie Fri, 03 Nov 2006 04:18:35 +0000 http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/just-the-facts-poem-1025/#comment-43 The brave little toaster with his metallic trunk was crying alone in the dark hallway with his friend the little spotted skunk. It was twilight now, the sun and the moon in a tight embrace. In a rage of jelousy the brave little toaster tried to understand, but the little spotted skunk had on her poker face. They stood alone in this moment in this cold and musty church uh oh the monk is going, BRAVE LITTLE TOASTER, back to your perch. (i actually have no idea what this is about , and i apologize for anyone who decided to read it :)...) The brave little toaster with his metallic trunk
was crying alone in the dark hallway with his friend the little spotted skunk.
It was twilight now, the sun and the moon in a tight embrace.
In a rage of jelousy the brave little toaster tried to understand, but the little spotted skunk had on her poker face.
They stood alone in this moment in this cold and musty church
uh oh the monk is going, BRAVE LITTLE TOASTER, back to your perch.

(i actually have no idea what this is about , and i apologize for anyone who decided to read it :) …)

]]> Comment on Just the Facts Poem (10/25) by travisl http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/just-the-facts-poem-1025/#comment-42 travisl Thu, 02 Nov 2006 16:44:08 +0000 http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/just-the-facts-poem-1025/#comment-42 Angelica's hands clentched tightly at the 10 and 2 postion, Palms sweaty as she crept along on her big-wheel. Speeding faster, faster, faster Swooooooooosh, She launched herself off the end of the sidewalk, at the edge of a cliff. Flying to the depths of the cumulas coulds, watching ballons rise as she did. Swiftly pulling an oozie our of her coffe cup, she shot every flea off the monkeys back. Only because the hippo ate the seagull. When time didn't exist. Angelica’s hands clentched tightly
at the 10 and 2 postion,
Palms sweaty as she crept along
on her big-wheel.
Speeding faster, faster, faster
Swooooooooosh,
She launched herself off the end of the sidewalk, at the edge of a cliff.
Flying to the depths of the cumulas coulds,
watching ballons rise as she did.
Swiftly pulling an oozie our of her coffe cup,
she shot every flea off the monkeys back.
Only because the hippo ate the seagull.
When time didn’t exist.

]]> Comment on Just the Facts Poem (10/25) by kylerussell3 http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/just-the-facts-poem-1025/#comment-41 kylerussell3 Thu, 02 Nov 2006 16:35:13 +0000 http://lkitchens.wordpress.com/2006/10/25/just-the-facts-poem-1025/#comment-41 Just the Facts Poem Old man Crooner Should of died sooner Because just before... He catapult me to the moon. There I met ZanZan the Destroyer And I called my lawyer For on my brand new shoes she Passed her young jiggly and full of goo. Just the Facts Poem

Old man Crooner
Should of died sooner
Because just before…
He catapult me to the moon.

There I met ZanZan the Destroyer
And I called my lawyer
For on my brand new shoes she
Passed her young jiggly and full of goo.

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