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”
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Other Things #12 – Poemlet #8
“Old Dogs” Our old dog, Chester, sits alone, and all he does is chew his bone. I hear him gnawing without end; his grinding drives me round the bend. An old dog’s job must be to chew; I guess that’s what all old dogs do. Therefore it is because of that, sometimes I wish heContinue reading “Other Things #12 – Poemlet #8”
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”
Chicken Pox
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”
Other Things #10 – Poemlet #6
“Tightrope” He walks the tightrope in the air while all the people sit and stare, and as they watch, the thought of all is will this fellow slip and fall. No doubt – he’d be the bravest yet if down below there were no net.
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”
Other Things # 9 – Dark Poem #1
When I wrote this years ago, I thought of it as a children’s poem, but I’ve since decided it’s a little too dark for children, so I’m classifying it as one of the “Other Things”. “Fowl Foul Play” Mother Goose was quite the bird! She wrote the best poems ever heard, of Mother Hubbard, JackContinue reading “Other Things # 9 – Dark Poem #1”
The Lonely Meatball 