Tooth Traffic
©1996 Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
I am losing my teeth
one by two, two by three;
and they’re growing back
crooked as crooked can be.
I am losing my teeth
one by two, two by three;
and they’re growing back
crooked as crooked can be.
I’m glad the world is right-side-up
instead of upside-down.
With the oceans topsy-turvy,
I’m afraid someone might drown.
My hair marches across my head.
Left face. Right face. Full speed ahead.
A hair platoon, in disarray,
with soldiers who will not obey.
The pox! The pox!
I’ve got the pox!
Behind my knees.
Under my socks.
Below my feet.
Between my toes.
Way down my throat.
Inside my nose.
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
I have a bright red fireman’s hat.
My favorite toy, imagine that!
I help to put out fires and then
I climb back on my truck again.
“You’re out! You’re out!
Strike Three! You’re out!”
“No way. Ball Four!
Ball four!” I shout.
I am stuck
in the middle
of in between.
My eyes are not blue
but they’re not really green.
Sloppy Joes are really sick.
Maybe they’re cheap.
I guess they’re quick.
But tell me, do you really think
adults would eat these
once a week,