I Still Watch Sesame Street

(This is a fictional poem) I'm thirty-five and I have a secret that I don't want people to learn about. They'll laugh at me if they find out. People can be mean and I don't want to take the heat. They must not learn that I watch Sesame Street. My mom is the only person who knows that I still watch the show. She says I should've stopped watching it years ago. Mom thinks I'm dumb because I believe that Big Bird is a real bird. She says that it's a person in a costume but that's the craziest thing I've ever heard. Last week Sesame Street taught me how to count all the way up to ten. If people learn my secret, I'll never be able to show my face in public again.