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poems from the book Falling Up. By: Silverstein |
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SPOILED BRAT
The spoiled brat cut a hole in her hat,
The spoiled brat put a coat on the cat,
The spoiled brat got into a spat
'Bout whether a rodent's a mouse or at rat.
The spoiled brat broke a bike with her bat,
The spoiled brat told the policemat to scat,
The poiled trat said her sister was fat,
And sat on her birthday cake 'til it was flat.
The poiled brat, she cussed and she spat,
The spoiled brat pulled the wings off a gant,
The spoled brat fell into a vat,
Got cooked up for dinner and that was that.
But in spite of the pepper,
The salt and the sage,
The oinons and garlic and oil,
Nobody would touch
A bite of that brat
Because she was so spoiled.
STORK STORY
You know the stork brings babies,
But did you also know
He comes and gets the oder folks
When it's their time to go?
Zooms right down and scoops them up,
Then flaps back out the door
And flies them to the factory where
They all were made before.
And there their skin is tightened up,
Their muscles all are toned,
Their wrinkles all are ironed out,
They're given brand-new bones.
Ol' bent backs are striaghtened up,
New teeth are added too,
Tired hearts are all repaired
And made to work like new.
Their memories are all removed
And they're shrunk down, and then
The stork flies them back down to earth
As newborn babies again.
NO GROWN-UPS
No grown-ups allowed.
We're playin' a game,
And we don't need
"Be-carefulls" or "don'ts."
No grown-ups allowed.
We're formin' a club,
And the secret oath
Must not be shown.
No grown-ups allowed.
We're goin' out for pizza-
No, no one but me and my crowd.
So just stay away.
Oh, now it's time to pay?
Grown-ups allowed.
 Yuuki Hatake · Fri Jun 06, 2008 @ 03:07am · 0 Comments |
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