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Whoosh!
The wind is blowing
quite a breeze.
The wind is blowing
on my knees.
The wind is blowing
Real-Life Soap Opera
My sister was fascinated
by the underwater scene.
She asked, "When did we get a round TV?"
I said, "You're watching the washing
Don't Look for Him on the Web
Little Miss Muffet
got scared on her tuffet
while eating her curds and her whey.
But little Miss Snider
just sat on the spider
and snarfed on Miss Muffet's buffet.
Foul Bawl
The score was tied.
Dave passed the ball.
I squeezed it with both hands.
I dribbled and then
shot it high.
A great hush filled the stands.
The ball went in!
Man, what a toss!
The whole team blew a gasket!
A perfect shot,
except that it
was our opponent's basket!
Two weeks went by.
Another game.
This time I stole the ball.
My hands were tense.
My chance had come
for glory after all.
I threw it hard.
I threw it fast.
As fast as it could get.
It wasn't blocked!
And yes, it rocketed
right through the net!
The crowd was mad.
The coach got sore
and sent me to my locker.
That throw was great,
he did admit
but we were playing soccer!
This morning there's another game.
We'll win it in a rout.
It's baseball, and the coach said I
will surely play "left out"!
Text copyright © 2008 by Alan Katz
Illustrations copyright © 2008 by Edward Koren