The Show
I missed the show.
I couldn't go.
Whose fault it is,
I do not know.
I was on my bike,
but got a flat.
I began to run—
imagine that!
I was almost there
when I lost my shoe.
Now what's left for me to do?
A truck sped by.
I leapt in back.
It began to rain—
so much for that!
Now it's time for the show to start.
I tried to make it with all my heart.
But you were there,
so take it slow:
Tell me all,
go blow-by-blow.
3 comments:
This and the kitten one are my two faves thus far. I will read them to Kaia tomorrow and get her take. Nice work Ari Silverstein.
thanks, dude. kittens needs space (to be flowers).
So simple yet so meaningful. Ari you shine <3
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