Entries from October 2008 ↓

I picked a stickery flower From a stickery thistle. Now if I were a grown-up, I’d shake my hand and whistle. There are so many stickers That my hand is turning red. Since I haven’t learned to whistle, I guess that I’ll just cry instead.

I have a neighbor I don’t like He messes up my hair. He never does it to my sis And I don’t think that’s fair. A friend said I should mess his up, “Turn about” is what it’s called. “I can’t do that,” I told my friend, “Because my neighbor’s head is bald!”