Flat Stanley
by Lorrie L. Birchall
There once was a boy very flat,
So thin he was just like a mat.
They mailed him around,
By the air and the ground,
So he never knew where he was at.
A Web for Wilbur
by Lorrie L. Birchall
Charlotte is a spider
Who weaves her letters BIG
to liberate young Wilbur
Who really is SOME PIG!
I Used to Be a Big Fish
by Lorrie L. Birchall
I used to be a big fish;
I swam around the sea;
I ate a lot of little fish—
My day was fancy free!
I used to be a big fish;
I swam around the sea;
Until an even bigger fish
decided to eat ME!
When I Become a Werewolf
by Lorrie L. Birchall
When I become a werewolf,
I serenade the moon,
but no one likes my howling,
because I’m out of tune.
Mr. Gruff
by Lorrie L. Birchall
Mr. Gruff is such a grouch;
He likes to gripe and groan.
He grumbles when he greets you—
It’s no wonder he’s alone.
Blueberries
by Lorrie L. Birchall
I put berries in a blender;
I didn’t use a lid.
I made a blender blunder—
Now I’m a big blue kid.
A Girl and Three Bears
by Lorrie L. Birchall
There once was a girl without cares,
who broke in the home of three bears.
Her trouble was deep,
When she fell asleep,
And woke-up to furious stares.
Extinction
by Lorrie L. Birchall
It’s a very sad distinction
to be famous for extinction.
The Spider
by Lorrie L. Birchall
Spider spins her web of lace,
which sparkles in her tiny space.
She is a splendid little spy,
when she spots her prey—the fly.
When It’s Hail
by Lorrie L. Birchall
I love the whisper drops of rain
that plink upon my head,
but when it’s hail, it feels to me
like pelting rocks instead.
When It’s Sleet
by Lorrie L. Birchall
Is it rain,
or ice, or snow?
When it’s sleet,
I never know.