This is a warm-up. the topic was either:
-There was once a chance I didn't take
OR
-I'm a spoon in a dishwasher.
i decided i wanted to do both.
There was once a chance i didn't take. When melted down, not yet molded, i saw a chance to escape. I noticed a mold for a back scratcher. I wanted so badly to break my ancestry of being a spoon. I wanted to take command of my life and be different! then, I pondered... What if backs are smelly? who wants to scratch a back anyways? so I stayed. I stayed in my spoon mold. I was wrapped, sold, and delivered to my new home... but you would not even believe what happened today. i was removed from my wrapper by a middle-age, fat, balding man and you know what he did? HE SCRATCHED HIS BACK WITH ME! here I am now sulking in this dishwasher being cleaned of nothing other than....
MY DIGNITY!
4 comments:
CASEY, YOU ARE SO AWESOME. When you read this aloud to the class, I seriously laughed so hard I almost cried. This was amazing.
i found this hillarious when you read it in class. it cracked me up. your an amazing writer!
haha this was funny!
hi casey, WHOA you're such a fantabulous writer :) well i am your partner, and yes, nice to meet you. i'm very excited to hear more stories and poems from you so keep up the good work.
=]pang
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