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The Baddest Girl
Friday, May 4th, 2007I’m the kind of girl who’s always in trouble,
My Daddy gets mad when I won’t leave him be,
He makes me march to my room on the double,
But I can’t help being bad, it’s just me!
Mom says I’m making her red hair turn grey,
Dad says I’m making his hair all fall out,
From dawn until dusk, for the whole of the day,
They give me my way, if they don’t, then I’ll pout.
I stomp and I scream, I make people stare,
I shout and I yell to make people look,
If it wasn’t for strangers, my parent don’t care,
How much of a terrible tantrum I took.
This one time I climbed on the T.V. it’s true,
But when it fell over I knew when to run,
my Daddy came after, said “This time your through!”
I hid in my closet, I thought I was done.
My most favourite thing in the world to do,
Is tiptoe and sneak up on Mommy in bed,
And when she is sleeping, I yell to her “BOO!”,
She leaps from the blankets and falls on her head!
When it comes to my brother, the stories the same,
I get in his face and laugh real loud,
I poke and I prod and I drive him insane,
And call him the names that I’m not allowed.
Why does my family put up with me though,
I must be that cute and witty you see,
If they can not pack up their bags and just go,
The the reason must be that they truly love me.
And I love them too!
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I Just Forgot
Sunday, April 29th, 2007My Daddy’s always mad at me,
His temper’s always hot,
He says, “You never listen,”
I say, “I just forgot.”
He’s always busy working,
He never wants to play,
He says, “I have to clean the house,”
And that seems to take all day!
He’s tired in the evening,
But always makes the time,
To help me with my homework,
So I guess I shouldn’t mind.
Sometimes we go for hikes,
He teaches me lots of things,
Like how the forest lives,
And why a bird sings.
My Dad and I sing silly songs,
And joke around a lot,
Now why was I mad at him?
I guess I just forgot.
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Jeremiah Jollyton
Friday, April 27th, 2007Jeremiah Jollyton, a saddened soul was he,
For in the town of Hempleton, he could not drink his tea.
Underneath the oceans mark, a thousand leagues below,
His water would not boil, for too great the pressure’s so.
Hempleton, the folks thereof, were mighty big and strong,
To live so far below the sea, to them, did not seem wrong,
The taps ran ice, from pressure high, four hundred pound per inch!
So great, those folks of Hempleton, that they felt their lives a cinch.
But when it comes to drinking tea, this is where they lack.
Perplexed, they think ideas grand, for this, they had a knack.
Then, thought Jeremiah, to a mountain high atop,
He shall boil his water there, if first his ears don’t pop!
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