The Doubter

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 doubted that the world was round;

he doubted what Columbus found.

He said that science was so phoney,

and that teachers talked baloney.

Years later, this boy still sits there,

doubting what is round or square.

He may have doubted just for fun,

but he’s still sitting in grade one.

The Sleepwalker

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 get potato chips,

(I see the sly smile on his lips!)

My mother says, “Sssshhhh — let him be.”

He has her fooled, it seems to me.

He’ll eat those chips and watch his show

while off to bed I’m forced to go.

But last night as I tried to sleep,

into my head a plan did creep.

I’m sick of watching that kid munch

the only food I love a bunch.

So I intend to get my share

cause after all — it’s only fair!

Therefore, tonight, my folks will see

a little change occur in me.

Yes, they’ll observe, when it is late,

to sleepwalk is a family trait.