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| Week of 9/23/02 MOTHER DOESN'T WANT A DOG Mother doesn't want a dog. Mother says they smell, And never sit when you say sit, Or even when you yell. And when you come home late at night And there is ice and snow, You have to go back out because The dumb dog has to go. Mother doesn't want a dog. Mother says they shed, And always let the strangers in And bark at friends instead, And do disgraceful things on rugs, And track mud on the floor, And flop upot your bed at night And snore their doggy snore. Mother doesn't want a dog. She's making a mistake. Because, more than a dog, I think She will not want this snake. ~ Judith Viorst |
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| Week of 9/16/02 COUNT THE STARS See the stars above the lake? What a pretty sight they make! Each night look the same. Stars make pictures in the sky. Did you ever wonder why? I think they play a game! |
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| Week of 9/9/02 THE FOLK WHO LIVE IN BACKWARD TOWN The folk who live in Backward Town Are inside out an dupside down. They wear their hats inside their heads And go to sleep beneath their beds. They only eat the apple peeling And take their walks across the ceiling. ~Mary Ann Hoberman |
| Week of 9/30/02 MY FROG HAS GOT A STEERING WHEEL My frog has got a steering wheel, a radio, a door, a hefty V-8 engine and a stick shift on the floor. My frog is a convertible with comfy leather seats. I drive my frog to go to work or cruise around the streets. But now my frog is missing. Though parked it on the road, I didn't plug the meter and it must have gotten toad. |