Frank Falmouth
Free Writing (Required Poem)
Down
at the lake I saw a duck:
I
wondered if it liked to
muck around in the pond.
And
at the store Mom bought a ham,
But
I don’t really give a …
Ma’am, I don’t like ham.
A
miner works down in a pit—
I
wonder where he takes a
bit of a break?
A
mason works with stones and bricks.
Our
locker room is full of
sticks for playing lacrosse.
My
cousin wants to be a doc.
A
bird that’s male is called a cock.
(That’s not dirty, Mr. Stratford.
You can look it up.)
For
Halloween she was a witch.
The
other days she’s just a
rich girl with lots of money for
costumes.
My
dad said I must mow the grass.
A
donkey’s also called an ass. (Not dirty,
either.)
And
Mr. Stratford is the best:
He’ll
see that this is all in jest.
(Not
kidding. You are the best, Mr. Stratford, and I know I won’t get in trouble for this because that’s not how you
roll. Is it? I did not write any bad words, and you can’t
say I did.)
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