Tag: please forgive my bad poetry

The Spelling Award

In 3rd grade (maybe it was 4th) I won the spelling award. I thought Jack Harvey would win it When they called my name, I was floored. Shocked. Delighted. Astounded That I had scored higher than Jack But the biggest bombshell of all Was seeing my dad in… Continue Reading “The Spelling Award”


My mum and dad, they met the queen. (Do I sound Bri-ish? sayin’ “mum,” I mean?) He wore full-dress uniform, squeaky clean. A dashing couple, right? Her dress was made of gold lamé – Her shoes were gold, or so they say – And with opera… Continue Reading “Queen”