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Judith Viorst Poems

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by Viorst, Judith
My pants could maybe fall down when I dive off the diving board.My nose could maybe keep growing and never quit.Miss Brearly could ask me to spell words like stomach and special. (Stumick and speshul?)I could play tag all day and always be "it."Jay Spievack, who's fourteen feet tall, could want to fight me.My mom and my dad--like Ted's--could want...Read more of this...



by Viorst, Judith
I'm learning to say thank you.And I'm learning to say please.And I'm learning to use Kleenex,Not my sweater, when I sneeze.And I'm learning not to dribble.And I'm learning not to slurp.And I'm learning (though it sometimes really hurts me)Not to burp.And I'm learning to chew softerWhen I eat corn on the cob.And I'm learning that it's muchMuch easier to be...Read more of this...

by Viorst, Judith
Mother doesn't want a dog.Mother says they smell,And never sit when you say sit,Or even when you yell.And when you come home late at nightAnd there is ice and snow,You have to go back out becauseThe dumb dog has to go.Mother doesn't want a dog.Mother says they shed,And always let the strangers inAnd bark at friends instead,And do disgraceful things...Read more of this...

by Viorst, Judith
The tires on my bike are flat.The sky is grouchy gray.At least it sure feels like thatSince Hanna moved away.Chocolate ice cream tastes like prunes.December's come to stay.They've taken back the Mays and JunesSince Hanna moved away.Flowers smell like halibut.Velvet feels like hay.Every handsome dog's a muttSince Hanna moved away.Nothing's fun to laugh about.Nothing's fun to play.They call me, but...Read more of this...

by Viorst, Judith
My mom says I'm her sugarplum.My mom says I'm her lamb.My mom says I'm completely perfectJust the way I am.My mom says I'm a super-special wonderful terrific little guy.My mom just had another baby.Why?...Read more of this...




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