This is something I wrote years ago, and it’s a free verse poem with a “puzzle” in it. I had to write it on a different word program so that I could get extra spaces between words so that you would be able to figure out what has been written more easily. The autocorrect onContinue reading “Other Things #3 – Letter Theft”
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The Others and Me
Nancy Jenkins always lies; Mary Saunders always cries. Billy Grover is a cheat; Andrew Sage has great, big feet. Sally Green thinks she’s just great; Doug Frey’s always running late. Danny Day, well, he’s too tall; Alice Johnson’s just too small. Larry Prichard sucks his thumb; Jackie Thompson’s really dumb. Looking round it’s plain toContinue reading “The Others and Me”
The Gumball
Too lazy to dispose of gum into the garbage bin, I’ve swallowed each and every hunk; I thought it was no sin. Now, today, I’ve heard some news that has me quite upset. Doug said if you swallow gum, it’s something you’ll regret. His mother told him yesterday the swallowed gum of years will formContinue reading “The Gumball”
Mr. Jolly
All the kids along our street are glad as they can be, cause mean old Mr. Jolly we no longer have to see. You’d think a man named Jolly would be happy and great fun, but anytime he showed his face, all we kids would run. He is the meanest man alive and kids sureContinue reading “Mr. Jolly”
The Fish Tank
We have a fish tank in our house; it’s in my father’s den. I watch my father feed those fish just every now and then. They eat, they swim, they eat some more, that’s all they ever do. What makes my father love those fish — I haven’t got a clue. They don’t fetch himContinue reading “The Fish Tank”
Mom’s Garage Sale
Right now my mom is standing inside the open door, and all our old junk’s sitting on tables and the floor. She’s labeled every item with price tags — every one! She’s charging twenty-five cents for my old plastic gun. Old brooms, old hats, old rubber boots, each one will cost a buck, and maybeContinue reading “Mom’s Garage Sale”
Getting Even
Buried in our freezer beneath some frozen steak is my container full of snow which now, today, I’ll take. Of course, I’ll make some snowballs to throw at brother Bart. He needs to learn, for once and all, he’s really not that smart. He nailed me with some snowballs and so did his friend, Dean,Continue reading “Getting Even”
Henry
Miss Clarkson is my teacher and really is quite nice. Her classroom’s been the best place ever since she brought those mice. We named the fat mouse Henry; the skinny one is Phil. Then Henry had those babies, so now we call him Jill.
The Accidents
My brother Eric’s learning to drive the family car, and here’s the list of accidents that he has had so far. He smashed into the garbage cans, they rolled right down the lane and scattered garbage everywhere, so neighbours did complain. And then there was the afternoon the car went for a swim, cause EricContinue reading “The Accidents”
Food Fight
I saw a movie yesterday and in my favourite scene, there was the biggest food fight, I’m sure, there’s ever been. Hot dogs, relish, great big pies went flying through the air — every kind of food, in fact, and no one seemed to care! Although the kids were quite a mess, they laughed andContinue reading “Food Fight”
The Lonely Meatball 