Not bruises for "show and tell"
Gasoline has a very nice smell
Stomped every sidewalk crack
Borrow means, you give it back
Some freckles are devil spots
Planting weeds in flower pots
My favorite number is eleven
Why do the stars go to heaven
Old music can play in my head
Hold my breath, fake I'm dead
You swallow soap when you lie
Grandma didn't tell me goodbye
Bedtime is still at seven thirty
I get cookies, but I feel dirty
Maggots are in the frying pan
Watch me fly like superman
Kids at school are always clean
Now we live in a car, it's green
I cried because I miss my cat
Everybody says "your a bratt"
But God still loves me anyhow
My remembering is leaving now
©S. Austin Vincoski