I told Mom we had to write a B..A..D poem.
Why, she said.
Well…because Oz said so.
I banged out something on Mom’s puter and here it is–in all it’s badness.
I’m hot
(And I know you’re not.)
There is that sun
Shining down where I run.
Where is the water?
I continue to run.
My tongue hangs out
My nose seeks out…
Water.
I lap from the bowl
But know I need more.
I can sense
The river is near.
I look to my Mom
She says to go on
The river is near.
My tummy is wet
The river is cool.
I am NO FOOL.
And now I’m not hot!
That’s it, folks. What can I say???