I used to ride in a grocery cart when we shopped for food. Now my folks send me to the store for things they forgot to buy. Today I have to buy oatmeal. I walk down the aisles in the store. I must...
Miss Norma Jean Pugh, First Grade Teacher by Mary O’Neill
Full of oatmeal And gluggy with milk On a morning in springtime Soft as silk When legs feel slow And bumblebees buzz And your nose tickles from Dandelion fuzz And you long to Break a few Cobwebs...