Stepstool Poems - Poems about Stepstool

...I need to reach that phone box pleaded a girl at the station. Many adults walked around her, but no one offered help. Along came a little boy, a rascal, a neighbor, not a friend, a whelp. He immed......

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...A ceiling lightbulb blew and hark! I needed to replace it. For reading in the semi-dark? I knew I couldn’t face it. I found the bulbs and had to climb, While worried about falling, Up on a st......

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...I got a splinter from the Laundry basket made of straw. I banged into the stepstool So my shin is red and raw. I knocked a chair right over And it fell onto my toe. Another one’s still injur......

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...I knew you'd take pleasure in knowing That I heavily drew myself from the bed, Feeling for parchment and the familiar cylinder of my pen. Giving up the rest in favor of curling, inky words, to un......

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...My parents had a chandelier When I was growing up, Above the table in the room Where company would sup. Its crystal doodads dangled down And sparkled in the light, Creating quite a festive mo......

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