Poetry
Suzanna Socked Me Sunday
Suzanna socked me Sunday,
she socked me Monday, too, she also socked me Tuesday, I was turning black and blue. She socked me double Wednesday, and Thursday even more, but when she socked me Friday, she began to get me sore, “Enough’s enough!” I yelled at her, “I hate it when you hit me!” “Well, then I won’t!” Suzanna said- that Saturday, she bit me. - Jack Prelutsky |
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Could Have Been Worse
My friends have not seen London,
They've never been to France, But yesterday at recess They saw my underpants. I kicked a ball, my skirt flew up And I know what they saw. The girls all stared and blushed and laughed, The boys said, "Oo-la-la!" I've thought a lot about it. This conclusion I have drawn: I'm embarrassed that they saw them, But I'm glad I had them on. - Bill Dodds |