“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”
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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”
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”
The Lonely Meatball 