Freddy ate a jumping bean; he ate it with some salt. No sooner was it in the boy than he began to vault. He vaulted first his kitchen chair! He vaulted next the table! He vaulted o’er the kitchen sink! He vaulted his Aunt Mable! He vaulted through the living room, and then right outContinue reading “The Last of Freddy”
Category Archives: Poetry
The Stirring
Up in the attic, dark and still, is where the thing occurred. Within an old green toy box a little something stirred. Was it Sandy, that old doll, whose ringlets once were pruned? Was it Ben, the teddy bear, whose ear was chewed and ruined? Was it Lance, the gallant knight, whose sword was lostContinue reading “The Stirring”
Sharing
Douglas bought a bag of chips he did not want to share, and so he hid it in his room beneath his bed with care. He opened up the bag of chips and ate three, one by one. He popped them in his mouth with glee — not sharing them was fun. He walked intoContinue reading “Sharing”
Left Field
This T-ball game is boring; I’m sitting in left field, and if the ball comes near me, my glove will be my shield. I’m frightened of the baseball cause Bobby once was hit, and ever since that T-ball game, in left field I just sit. My dad says, “Don’t be frightened”, but Bobby sure didContinue reading “Left Field”
Mad
At times, because I get quite bored, I like to bug my brother, Gord. I know that once I get him mad, the boredom’s gone which makes me glad. When Gord is mad, he’ll often chase me round the yard — it’s quite a race. I’ll scream insults and so will he which adds excitementContinue reading “Mad”
Other Things #6 – Poemlet #3
“Garbage Cans” I’m sorry for our garbage can so full of stinky stuff, like rotting scraps from dinners past — it really must be rough. But one thing that I know for sure and I just don’t mean maybe – I pity Thompsons’ garbage can cause they just had a baby.
Summer Blues
The summer’s here and school’s through, but now I don’t know what to do. I’ve played with friends and watched TV, but now those things don’t interest me. I’ve slept and read and cruised the Net, until I’m bored as I can get. I’ve swum and biked and jumped and run, but now those pastimesContinue reading “Summer Blues”
My Secret
My folks will sure be angry when I tell them the truth. In fact, they’ll be so angry, I know they’ll hit the roof. They’ll disconnect my TV because I broke their trust. I wish I could avoid this, but tell them — now I must! Last night, just after supper, my dad said, “GuessContinue reading “My Secret”
Other Things #5 – Poemlet #2
“Turtle in My Tub” There’s a turtle in my tub – don’t know who put it there, but that turtle in my tub, sure gave me quite a scare. Perhaps I should be happy. Perhaps I’ve had a break, cause whoever put that turtle there might also own a snake!
My Monkey
I wish I owned a monkey; I know that we’d have fun. He’d be just like a brother; my folks could call him “Son”. We’d watch TV together; my homework we’d both do. We’d play my favourite board games — Monopoly and Clue. I’d let him wear my t-shirts; we’d skateboard everyday. I’m sure whateverContinue reading “My Monkey”
The Lonely Meatball 