My face is so disgusting cause I have the chicken pox. I have so many on my feet no way can I wear socks. They drive me mad with itching, all day and through the night. Those ugly spots just everywhere make me a dreadful sight! I really hate these chicken pox! They make meContinue reading “Chicken Pox”
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Leaves
In fall, the leaves come tumbling down, and guess who does the raking! Yes, leaves of red and gold and orange just lead to muscles aching. I rake until I think I’ll drop; Dad says it’s good for me. But I’m quite sure, deep in my heart, there’s no way that can be. So hereContinue reading “Leaves”
The Baby
They said this baby would be fun. They said that we would play, but so far all this baby does is sleep most of the day. At times, this baby smells quite bad. At times, he sure does spit. At times, he has a crying jag. At times, he throws a fit. I guess thatContinue reading “The Baby”
Ambition
I’m building my own rocket ship to take me to the moon, and since I’m almost done the thing, I know I’ll be there soon. I’ll blast off through Earth’s atmosphere and leave my backyard base, and in three minutes, maybe four, I’ll be in outer space. I’ll orbit Earth — just once or twice,Continue reading “Ambition”
Eggs
Benny liked to eat boiled eggs; he’d eat them by the score. As soon as he was done a plate, then he would ask for more. His mom once tried to feed him soup; “Please eat it!” she did beg, but he refused the steamy broth between mouthfuls of egg. Alas one night, at dinnerContinue reading “Eggs”
Other Things #8 – Poemlet #5
“Mustn’ts” I mustn’t chew my fingernails, I’m told by Mom and Dad. I mustn’t pick my nose — they say it really looks quite bad! I mustn’t crack my knuckles, and I mustn’t burp aloud, and if I master mustn’ts — well then Mom and Dad are proud!
Boys
Boys are strange, my best friend says; I must say, I agree. They do and think the strangest things that there could ever be. They play with spiders, frogs, and snakes; they like to roll in dirt! They play rough games throughout the day and don’t mind getting hurt! They like to yell; they likeContinue reading “Boys”
The Last of Freddy
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”
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”
The Lonely Meatball 