It’s because my tail’s a mile from my head That I feel a sense of nervous dread When my head turns left while my tail stays straight Cuz it’s VERY hard to concentrate!
Category: Poetry
School Bag Blues
In mourning we cherish Linda Lee Lost so young to tragedy
Puberty
Minnie the Jackalope woke up and realized that things on her body were not the same size!
Dangerous Dogs
Jasmine and her dad took a trip to the pound for Jasmine’s seventh birthday to find as a present a brand new best friend a puppy with whom Jasmine could play
Bottom Feeder
The little sea star folds her arms like noodles Around a stone half-buried in the sand Possessing little she must be firm and frugal To prosper in poverty-- the tiny queen of the hinterland
THE RABID RABBIT 