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Letter C

Oh letter C, why kan't you see

you drive me up the wall!

You konstantly konfuse me.

I kan't kount on you at all.

You seem to be so sivilized,

but this is krystal klear,

I'd be a whole lot happier

if you would disappear.

I kan not komprehend you.

You make my mind a mess.

Sometimes they say you make a K,

at other times an S.

It's not that I am kareless.

It's not that I am lazy,

but letter C, why kan't you see

you drive me nearly krazy!

--Eric Ode

I Think My Dad is Dracula

I think my dad is Dracula.

I know that sounds insane,

but listen for a moment and

allow me to explain.

We don't live in a castle,

and we never sleep in caves.

But, still, there's something weird

about the way my dad behaves.

I never see him go out

in the daytime when it's light.

He sleeps all day till evening,

then he leaves the house at night.

He comes home in the morning

saying, "Man, I'm really dead!"

He kisses us goodnight, and then

by sunrise he's in bed.

My mom heard my suspicion

and she said, "You're not too swift.

Your father's not a vampire.

He just works the graveyard shift."

--Kenn Nesbitt