Wednesday, October 14, 2009

One By One...

I pushed Peter from the treehouse
And he hurt his wrist.
He won’t come to my birthday party...
Too bad, he’ll be missed.

I took Tina’s favorite doll,
Then pulled her hair and teased her.
My birthday party’s Saturday--
I guess she won’t come either.

I dragged Danny through the dirt,
His mom was not impressed.
Now she won’t let him play with me--
That’s one less birthday guest.

I’d better hurry up, because
There's just so much at stake.
If I get rid of all my friends
I’ll get the whole darn cake!

1 comment:

  1. Oh, the skulduggery for a mere cake!
    I love it!
    (At least you didn't eat your sister!)