humor – Page 19 – The Lonely Meatball

Freckles

I have a bunch of freckles and I used to hate those spots because I’m always getting bugged about those wretched dots. My sister loves to tease me saying freckles multiply. My brother says when I was born, the doctor splattered dye. My parents say my freckles mean that I’m a special kid. They’ve feltContinue reading “Freckles”

Doggy Dreams

My dog is sleeping on my bed deep in a doggy dream. He’s woofing every now and then and running, it would seem. His paws and legs are twitching lots and watching him is fun. I can’t help wondering what it is that causes him to run. Could it be an alley cat that’s teasedContinue reading “Doggy Dreams”

The Opera

Mom took me the the opera last Saturday at eight, and soon I did discover, it’s something that I hate. The singers sang in voices, I sure thought sounded bad, and half the time those singers, sure looked boiling mad! The songs were in Italian, so who knows what they said. Then after intermission, aContinue reading “The Opera”

The Long Night

Last night I put my dollies in bed to sleep with me and lined them up, all ten of them, as straight as they could be. I covered them with blankets so they would not be cold, and said to them, “Now say your prayers.” They did as they were told. I slowly crawled intoContinue reading “The Long Night”

Shiny Head

My grandpa has a shiny head because he has no hair. My mother says he lost it, and I just wonder where? And so last week at grandpa’s, I thought I’d look around. I knew my gramps would like it, if his lost hair — I found! I searched inside his dresser and rooted throughContinue reading “Shiny Head”

The Spitball

I shot a spitball at my friend who sits three rows from me. I shot it through a hollow pen as straight as it could be. Then happened a most awful thing I sure did not intend. That spitball flew another place and didn’t go near my friend. It hit my teacher, Mrs. Bell, andContinue reading “The Spitball”

Running Away

My mom asked me to clean my room and I just said, “No way!” I got so mad I packed a bag — I thought I’d run away. So here I am with bag in hand a block from my front lawn. I packed a book and Ted, my bear, and my mom knows I’mContinue reading “Running Away”

Hide ‘n Seek

I’ve found the perfect hiding place behind this open gate. We’re playing Hide ‘n Seek right now, a game, I think, is great. Tom’s discovered everyone, that is — except for me, and from here I can plainly view Tom staring up a tree. Now I see him peek inside the big old garbage canContinue reading “Hide ‘n Seek”

The Thoughtless Writer’s Sentence

A sentence lost its period and therefore couldn’t end. He worried ‘bout connection to thoughts that didn’t blend. He wanted his coherence; he wanted back his dot, and wondered if indeed there’d been a period-napping plot. Desperate to find answers, he called up his old friends. First he called dear Question Mark who questioned withoutContinue reading “The Thoughtless Writer’s Sentence”

Baking Cookies

I’m making some cookies while Mom’s at the show. I’m making them perfectly round with this dough. My dad is asleep and when he comes to life, I’m sure that he’ll tell me I’ll make a good wife. I used all the flour and sugar and peas and tossed in some pickles and even someContinue reading “Baking Cookies”