I’ve been looking all over for this! I found it yesterday when I *finally* cleaned out the drawers in my room. It’s a poem that I wrote for fifth grade. We were told to write in the perspective of an object or animal and to rhyme. My teacher loved my poem, so she kept it. I didn’t think I had any other drafts, but here it is!
I give you…complete with spelling errors… THE BROWN CHOCOLETE PUDDING JELLY BEAN! (because even if I didn’t know how to spell chocolate, I knew the flavor’s proper name)
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“Brown!” I cried as I marched back and forth.
“I hear jelly beans look much nicer up North.
Why can’t I be green, orange, or blue.
Brown is the coler of a smelly old shoe.
Brown is the color of yucky muddy foam.”
Just then the door opened on my bag, my home.
“Yippie” squeald the girl who had opened my door.
“Chocolite pudding–my favorite! I wish there were more!
With its outside so bare, and its inside so yummy.
I couldn’t find anything more suitible for my tummy!”
I gasped and I said “are you being sarcastic?”
“No,” exclamed the girl, “Chocolate pudding’s fantastic.”
I smiled with joy, I laughed with glee.
Some say I’m the happiest bean there could be.
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Admit it. You enjoyed that. I was pretty proud of rhyming sarcastic and fantastic. I should have tried to sell it… though I’d be in competition with kids like Gigi and Liv…
It wouldn’t have gone far.
I suppose, if I were to make an excuse for my spelling errors, I could say that I continually spelled my own flavoring wrong because I was trying to find myself. By the ending, I did. I was chocolate pudding. I was fantastic.
MORAL OF THE STORY: chocolate pudding has to be one of the best flavors. 😉
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