I’m looking like Count Dracula; my cape is black and sleek. I have white powder on my face and fangs to make folks freak. I have an empty pillowcase and plan to start out soon, collecting goodies at each door, beneath the silver moon. I know this night’s much better so I’ll be on myContinue reading “A Canadian Hallowe’en”
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Goldilocks
I really don’t like Goldilocks — she’s rotten to the core. She broke into the Three Bears’ house and broke laws by the score. She wolfed down someone else’s food — that’s theft, make no mistake! And vandalism was her crime when Baby’s chair did break. Sleeping in another’s bed was tasteless and just rude.Continue reading “Goldilocks”
Other Things #15 – Poemlet #9
“All At Once” I love popcorn and peanuts and hot dogs and donuts, and spaghetti with meatballs — but not all at once. I love baseball and football and hockey and soccer and riding my skateboard — but not all at once. I love Sarah and Ashley and Karen and Courtney and Beth with herContinue reading “Other Things #15 – Poemlet #9”
Clocks
If there were no such things as clocks, my life would sure be great. I’d never have to worry cause I never would be late. Yes, on the way to school, I’d stop and play a while, and when I finally got to class, my teacher would just smile. I’d never have to fret aboutContinue reading “Clocks”
If I Were a Thundercloud
If I were a thundercloud I’d rumble through the night and scare my little sister pink because we always fight. I’d flash my lightning right outside the window by her bed. I’d do that several times for all the rotten things she’s said. Unfortunately, I’m a boy so lightening I can’t make, which means I’mContinue reading “If I Were a Thundercloud”
Snowman Dan
We built a snowman yesterday in Brian Bilby’s yard. We slaved for hours building him — I’ve never worked so hard! Dan was the biggest snowman this town has ever seen, and once we finished building him, then Brian got quite mean. He said that Dan belonged to him, cause we used all his snow.Continue reading “Snowman Dan”
How Come?
How come the sky is coloured blue? How come the grass is green? How come some people are so tall? How come some are so mean? How come a turtle has a shell? How come a hive has bees? How come a baby has no teeth? How come the Earth has trees? How come theContinue reading “How Come?”
Spaghetti
Trying to eat spaghetti is really hard to do. The noodles slide right off my fork — I think the sauce needs glue. I’ll finally fork a noodle, and as I watch it squirm, just to bug my mother, I’ll say, “Oh look! A worm!” I’ll slurp that long, worm noodle like soda through aContinue reading “Spaghetti”
The Winning Goal
The air is cold, the ice is hard; my skates are sharp as swords. My mom and dad are side by side and right behind the boards. “Get the puck!” my father yells. The puck skids past my stick — then Eddie Cooper steals the puck which makes me feel quite sick. He now goesContinue reading “The Winning Goal”
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”
