Since Hanna Moved Away
by Judith Viorst
The tires on my bike are flat.
The sky is grouchy gray.
At least it sure feels like that Since Hanna moved away.
Chocolate ice cream tastes like prunes.
December’s come to stay.
They’ve taken back the Mays and Junes Since Hanna moved away.
Flowers smell like halibut.
Velvet feels like hay.
Every handsome dog’s a mutt Since Hanna moved away.
Nothing’s fun to laugh about.
Nothing’s fun to play.
They call me, but I won’t come out Since Hanna moved away.
People
by Charlotte Zolotow
Some people talk and talk and never say a thing.
Some people look at you and birds begin to sing.
Some people laugh and laugh and yet you want to cry.
Some people touch your hand and music fills the sky.
