One meatball sits upon my plate, a lonely, little guy. His meatball friends have gone away; I’ll bet he knows not why. The noodle hill was washed right down by my huge glass of milk. The sauce was sure the deepest red, so rich — and smooth as silk. This meatball is the lucky one;Continue reading “The Lonely Meatball”
Nancy has the meanest dog; they tell me he broke free, and that the rotten flea-bag is hunting now for me. You see, I am the paper-boy who tries to do his best, but it really isn’t my fault that rotten dog’s obsessed. I must deliver papers before the hour of eight, and when IContinue reading “The Hunt”
My brother told me yesterday that if I tell a lie, my nose will grow and get just huge and so I’d best not try. I’ve thought of nothing else since then and sure am feeling sad because I’ve finally realized — I just can’t trust my dad!
There was a boy who liked to doubt whatever teachers talked about. He doubted two and two was four; he doubted three and three was more. He raised an eyebrow when he heard the ostrich is the biggest bird. He disbelieved that some squirrels fly; he said it was a great big lie. He doubtedContinue reading “The Doubter”
My brother sleepwalks every night, but something bout it isn’t right. The doctor says we must not try to interfere — I don’t know why. The sleeping boy, just looking fine, escapes his bed each night at nine and to the TV he will go and always finds a favourite show. He then will getContinue reading “The Sleepwalker”