The Daily Me

I ate a sour pickle
It made me want to pout
Boy, that sour pickle
Made me want to scream and shout

I ran up and down the stairs
Went screaming up the hall
I stuffed my head with soap
And tore the head off my best doll

I drank a lot of water
Tore out all of my hair
And then I realized suddenly
Boy this wasn't fair

I stuffed my face with feathers
Did the cha-cha up the stairs
Ran down to the kitchen
To eat a few pears

My mouth is feeling better
I realized with a tickle
Boy that was fun, I thought
Then mom said, would you like a sour pickle?

Taylor-Jo Cesena, Age 11
August 2008

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