The Last Comic Standing
(for Carly on her 14th birthday)

By Jenine

October 29, 2003


Fourteen and looking sly
Just walked in with those musk dime eyes
Laid back, never breaks a sweat
She's the last comic standing;
The Seabiscuit of the bet


Her close personal friends include Jesus and Dave
She once met a fat guy at Knotts Berry Farm
She's smart and she's savvy, does not miss a beat
When its time to go pitsy; she's cuddly and sweet


She's bold and she's hip
She does school at her leisure
Struck a deal with the district
Just to have her's a pleasure



"Yeah- that's my sister", I tell `em, the one called Carly

Can you tell that we come from the same family tree?

Take Back the Streets! (a birthday rap)
Now that you are 14,
I feel that it's the time
To impart some useful wisdom
In the form of a rhyme.

Now that you are 14
You got to say no to the drugs
And yes to an edumacation.
And no to the bugs.

You have to take back the streets!
And stay away from the gangs!
And eat your vegetables
And wash your sheets.
And grow your bangs!

You've got to LEARN about the law
Or you'll be fried like chicken!
You got to stay out of the joint
Do you get my point?

Now that you are 14,
Listen to me, Carly
You got to throw away your piece
And listen to Bob Marley.

You bring hope to the black community
You a bright shining star
So hold your head up high, baby.
And just be who you are!

Happy Birthday. Peace. Out.

You Are The Clay
by (Mom) Darnell Obadiah
October 29, 2003 (14th Birthday)

It's been five thousand sixty eight days
God was the potter
And you were the clay

It's no wonder
That you came along
He needs you to help him
And he made you strong

If you speak for him
He'll give you the words
If you fight for him
He'll give you the courage

You are the vessel
It pleased him to make
It's been
Five thousand sixty-eight days

Keep him close to your heart
Let him mold you each day
For he is the potter
And you are the clay

Happy Birthday Carly Layne

28
28
by Ryan

Today she's turning twenty-eight
and I know that its gonna be great!
Its fate!

We'll make a date
to celebrate
and contemplate
the majesty of twenty-eight!
Don't be late!

I can't wait
for you to go through that gate
from twenty-seven to twenty-eight!

Even those you hate
and those you berate
and fish you ate
on a plate
with their bait
will celebrate
when you turn twenty-eight.

Today she's turning twenty-eight
and I know that its gonna be great!
Its fate!

Ten Thousand Two Hundred and Twenty Days
Ten Thousand Two Hundred and Twenty Days
By Darnell (Ma)

Jenine Rene

For ten thousand two hundred and twenty days

You've blessed our lives in so many ways

A great daughter, sister and wife

A graduate of Harvard

What a Life!

Still, there's so much in store for you

There's babies,your own practice,and trips to the zoo

But of all the great things you will do or have done

Nothing can compare to your love of God's son

What Would The World Be Like Without Jenine?
Thank the Lord for my sister
Carly Layne 10/12/03

Because if she wasnt born the world would have missed her.

The world would have missed the sideways eye

and the never ending greeting that goes a little something like this.....Hhhhhhiiiiii!

There would be no such thing as "Dance Moves" or "Dance Grooves"

The candy industry wouldn't make any money

And what about Ben her little honey?

If you hadn't of been there for Ben he would have gone through all kinds of strife!

Perhaps he would have had to go on one of those reality T.V. shows to find his wife!

All of the little children, there weird little heads would be lost, no one to set them straight guide them instead there emotions would be tossed.

The carrot factory? Ha! They would be broke!

And Kick boxing? It would be a joke!

Last but not least the people most likely to be hit by this big jolt, would be every single type of cult!

So you see Jenine were all glad you were born, now if I may I will quote Segfreid and Roy Horn,

"I belive in the Univerese and God because Segreid and Roy (Jenine)would cease to be"

So now Jenine you see how important you are to all of us espically to me!

Jenines Fourth Poem
"The Store"
by Jenine Arizmendi
09/07/03

Cart filled with Lean Cuisine and chocolate soy
Headed home to watch the John Denver special
Read somewhere that goat cheese prevents heart disease
Kids vying for the taste of sugar on their pallot
Beg and plead until she gives in
"Wait to eat that until after din...Oh well"

Dazed and confused hands grip plastic produce bags
Distracted by a sale on salad dressing
The list is forgotten and the focus never regained

Ryans Fourth Poem!
STARS AND BARS FOREVER

The men who run this town are fat.

Fat men in a baby's cradle.
Fatty, fatty fat men who
roll back progress like
the mileage of my used Ford.

Fat men who sneak a drink at the roller rink
and salute the stars and bars forever.

This town isn't big enough for the both of us,
or a single one of them.

Moms Fourth Poem!
Mr. Bell (What the heck)
by Obadiah 9-8-03



Mr. Bell done quite well
Conjuring up that telephone
Got a question for your neighbor
Call him up, he'll say hello
Get your favorite receipe
Call Texas, call Aunt Flo

It's handy dandy it's a whiz
Carried us all this way
21st century now it is
But some how things have changed

Leave a message at the beep
When there's time I'll call you back
I've got my cell, I'm on the road
In my big yellow cadillac

I Can't afford to let it go
That big calls comin in one day
It'll be Hollywood Ringin me up
I got the part
I'm on my way

Carly's Fourth Poem!
I need a nap!
By Carly Layne.
9-8-03


Because of freshstart,
I do P.E. at home,
So on my way to the Y.M.C.A., I roam

I got my shoe laces tied,
My moms Roxy T-shirt on,
My hair pulled back tight, not in a bun.
You should have seen me I was ready to run.

So we get to the gym the first thing was the mill
Treading, I hugged the rail
My face was turning pale

So off I go
Starting my first lap
Way out of shape
And I need a nap.

The next thing was the Muscular Ramboo 2003
"This stuff is for the big guys . not for me!"
I've huffed and I puffed
I cant't blow the gym down
So I guess I'll go home
I may have lost a pound.

As I walked out of the gym
I turned to the side
I caught a glimpse of a cute guys eyes
Was he looking at my hair, my butt, or my thighs?