Big Bird

Yellow, Tall, Big Orange Beak

You can speak you make me feel weak

The length of your legs are taller than me

It is hard for me to see those big beady eyes looking down at me, making me weak

afraid you want to eat me with your big beak

Your voice sounds like a man and sometimes a woman

The words that come from you beak make me weak and I wonder

Big Bird you scare me, when I was a kid I love Sesame Street, but I didn’t want you to come down my street with that big beak.

When I was young I lived at my Grandma’s house, my borhter and I would play spacecraft in the laundry room

I would wake with my dad every morning to watch the weather channel before he left to go to work

When I was young my dad got married to Judy, we added new additions to our family and moved into a yellow house across the street from my school

I would go with my grandpa every morning to Burger King and sit with him while he would talk and drink coffee with all his friends

When I was young life was easier and more carefree

okay so here is how it goes.

edublog is officially “the new myspace” DUH:

well our tennis team went to Minford tonight yeah it was pretty rough

on the way home our “school transportation bus” stopped in the middle of nowhere. Mr. Ross thought it was the gas so the Minford coach well to findout the thing really actually broke down. how embarrassing? oh it was really. but it was probably the funniest thing in the world.

but our very own Dave Lawless came to save us in one of our lovely school buses. wow it was sure an adventure. I can’t wait to see if we make it home from our next away match.

two fingers up–peace.out:)