Boooooring
By Steven Withrow
The day’s too long
And I’m too short.
There’s nothing going on.
I built a fort.
I sang a song.
Pulled weeds out of the lawn.
The day’s too slow
And I’m too quick.
A squirrel—not a snail.
I caught a caterpillar
On my catch-er-pillar stick
And I put it in a pail.
The day’s too large
And I’m too small.
When will it ever end?
I’m just a kid,
But if I were in charge
I’d send myself a friend.
©2011 Steven Withrow. All rights reserved.
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