children’s poetry – The Lonely Meatball

Dotty

We have a dog named Polkadot. For short, we call him Dotty. The reason that we call him that is cause he’s really spotty. Dotty loves to chase our cat, so then we yell out “DOTTY!” He doesn’t stop, but chases more because that dog is naughty! He likes to chew our socks and shoes,Continue reading “Dotty”

The Painful Lesson

I wrote a story in Grade 3; Mom said she loved my work. My brother Danny read it too, and it just made him smirk. Later, when we were alone, he said it was plain dumb, but I didn’t believe him and that was cause of Mom. When cleaning out my room today, my storyContinue reading “The Painful Lesson”

My Brother Ate a Worm Last Night

My brother ate a worm last night which really made me cry. I thought because he ate that worm that he would surely die. And if he died, I knew for sure that I would be to blame, cause when he said he’d eat a worm I really mocked his claim. I said, “There’s noContinue reading “My Brother Ate a Worm Last Night”

I Really Love Potato Chips

I really love potato chips. I love them with all kinds of dips. Garlic, dill, and cheesy cheese are assured to always please. On cereal, I’ll drop some chips (and when I do, my mother flips). At lunch, the rippled chip is best — it holds more dip I do attest. At dinner, chips goContinue reading “I Really Love Potato Chips”

Food Play

Billy liked his Cheerios. He liked to put them in neat rows. His spaghetti, he would loop, around his fork with lots of goop. He’d pitch a grape which then would drop into his mouth and loudly plop. With mashed potatoes he would play, moulding shapes like they were clay. Yes, food, he thought, wasContinue reading “Food Play”

“The Mohawk”

My brother got a mohawk, and that kid sure looks dumb. He went and got a haircut, his first time without Mom. And so he got a mohawk — he thought it would be cool, but now he has his mohawk and feels just like a fool. My mom is really angry cause Bobby looksContinue reading ““The Mohawk””

The Bad Joke

My dog is sitting in our car, and I can tell he’s mad. His tail is sure not wagging which means he isn’t glad. I’d thought it would be funny to play a little joke, and so I’d hollered “Car, car!” My sleeping dog awoke. His tail began a-wagging, just like I knew it would,Continue reading “The Bad Joke”

The Hunt

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’s April Fools’ Day

On April 1st, my brother, Fred, couldn’t believe what I had said. I’d said that if the wind was right, even trucks could be in flight. “Of course,” I said, “it is the truth; a truck could land right on our roof. Even cows can fly around.” Now my brother really frowned. “It’s April 1st,”Continue reading “My Brother’s April Fools’ Day”

The Nightmare

I had a nightmare late last night that two men stole my dog, and when I went and looked for him, all I could see was fog. The fog was just so thick and dense that nothing could I see. Then round my legs I felt a rope, so now I wasn’t free. The menContinue reading “The Nightmare”