“Old Dogs” Our old dog, Chester, sits alone, and all he does is chew his bone. I hear him gnawing without end; his grinding drives me round the bend. An old dog’s job must be to chew; I guess that’s what all old dogs do. Therefore it is because of that, sometimes I wish heContinue reading “Other Things #12 – Poemlet #8”
Category Archives: Poetry
The Flu
My brother, David, has the flu; his face is ghastly white. Apparently, the little guy threw-up all through the night. He has the shakes, he has the chills, pain pounds inside his head, and when he sleeps, he looks so bad you’d think that he was dead. Despite all this, I smile with thoughts aboutContinue reading “The Flu”
Public Speaking
I’m sitting here just waiting — my face is hot and red. I have to make a speech today which fills me with great dread. Miss Roberts will say, “Freddy, it’s time we heard from you.” And so I’ll shuffle to the front; there’s nothing else to do. My teacher says to babble about myContinue reading “Public Speaking”
The New Toy
I knew if I didn’t get it, I certainly would die. I begged my mom to buy it, and I began to cry. I promised I’d dry dishes, each night without a frown. I told her I’d do anything, and tearfully, looked down. “Forget it!” were her first words, “You’ve all the toys you need.Continue reading “The New Toy”
Chicken Pox
My face is so disgusting cause I have the chicken pox. I have so many on my feet no way can I wear socks. They drive me mad with itching, all day and through the night. Those ugly spots just everywhere make me a dreadful sight! I really hate these chicken pox! They make meContinue reading “Chicken Pox”
Leaves
In fall, the leaves come tumbling down, and guess who does the raking! Yes, leaves of red and gold and orange just lead to muscles aching. I rake until I think I’ll drop; Dad says it’s good for me. But I’m quite sure, deep in my heart, there’s no way that can be. So hereContinue reading “Leaves”
The Baby
They said this baby would be fun. They said that we would play, but so far all this baby does is sleep most of the day. At times, this baby smells quite bad. At times, he sure does spit. At times, he has a crying jag. At times, he throws a fit. I guess thatContinue reading “The Baby”
Ambition
I’m building my own rocket ship to take me to the moon, and since I’m almost done the thing, I know I’ll be there soon. I’ll blast off through Earth’s atmosphere and leave my backyard base, and in three minutes, maybe four, I’ll be in outer space. I’ll orbit Earth — just once or twice,Continue reading “Ambition”
Eggs
Benny liked to eat boiled eggs; he’d eat them by the score. As soon as he was done a plate, then he would ask for more. His mom once tried to feed him soup; “Please eat it!” she did beg, but he refused the steamy broth between mouthfuls of egg. Alas one night, at dinnerContinue reading “Eggs”
Boys
Boys are strange, my best friend says; I must say, I agree. They do and think the strangest things that there could ever be. They play with spiders, frogs, and snakes; they like to roll in dirt! They play rough games throughout the day and don’t mind getting hurt! They like to yell; they likeContinue reading “Boys”
The Lonely Meatball 