Eating My Books
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Nicholas Dowling, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2015
I suppose I could eat encyclopaedia’s they might make me very brainy
But lily thinks they would just make me zany
Now I know what that means
Because of the eating machines
I could fly high in the sky
If I told one lie
Cause If I told the truth about eating my own book
Or maybe even being the cook
People would just stop and stare
So I would look up into the air
And eat my friendly pear
I wish that I was brainy
And I could fly high in the sky
But I guess it’s only for Alison,
(breath) sigh