The Day I Couldn't Lie

I woke up one day to realize
that I could not lie.
It was an experience of a lifetime;
I couldn't fib even if I tried.

I figured it out in the morning,
My Mom asked if my homework was done.
I should have lied, I would have lied,
but my answer was that I hadn't even begun.

When I got to school, I soon realized
I was only headed for trouble.
My friend sat down next to me with her artwork
and asked how it was for today's double.

I should have lied, I would have lied,
for it looked like vomit on a tiled floor.
Yet somehow I spat out those words,
and teary eyed she ran out the door.

I resorted to golden silence
it seemed to be the best solution to this curse.
But who knew that this idea
would only make things worse?

The english teacher called on me
to read the fictional poem out loud.
But it never happened, it wasn't true,
so I didn't make a sound.

'Well?' the teacher asked,
'Why aren't you reading yet?'
Twenty pairs of eyes stared at me in stillness.
I was caught in a thick net.

I took a long breath in
and to my surprise, I could not exhale.
'Are you alright?' The teacher asked.
'You look a little pale.'

I was sent home early,
My Mother picked me up.
She asked me if my unfinished homework
resulted in intentional upchuck.

This day could not get any worse.
I felt the need to cry.
I looked at her with a sunken face and replied truthfully,
'I don't lie.'

The Whale, The Box and the Radio

Larry the Whale is swimming merrily along when a shadow creeps up above him. A box, floating in the Pacific Ocean! As Larry wonders about whether humans have heard the word recycle when he hears a groovy beat. And what a beat it was! Taking the box in his flat fins, he listens, box close to his heart. "I must see what makes such a wicked jam!", says Larry and he looks for an opening on the box. He finds none, and decides to simply tear the box open. But to his dismay, the box was plastic; he could do nothing of the sort. He comes up with an ingenious plan; what if he chewed the box open? Whales don't have teeth, he realized, what a useless species he was! He asks his friend Harry the octopus for help, but sadly, Harry very much dislikes music. Larry persists, however, and with his constant nagging, Harry gets very annoyed. Harry smacks the box out of poor Larry's hands, and it falls into the darkness of the seabed. Larry's heart sinks and he blinks back tears as grieves for the mysterious box. But suddenly, from the depths of the blue, a silhouette emerges. It was rectangular, shiny, and had its own booming rhythm. It was a radio. Overcome with joy, Larry hugged the radio, and he and the beat were one.

The Snack

"Are we there yet?", I'd ask fo rthe 37th time,
My mother looked at me with her all-knowing eyes.
I took off my backpack and laid it onto the taxi floor.
"But Mom, Mom, I really need to go."
"We're here," she said with a roll of her eyes.
She paid the cab driver and led me inside.
My stomach seemed to grow butterflies as we walked through the door,
"Mom, you know what? I don't need to go anymore."
She told me that they'd like me, that there was nothing to be afraid of,
And she pushed me into room with carpeted toy-covered floors.
"There she is! The new student is here!" Ms. Newteacher cried.
"She really needs to use the bathroom." With newfound energy my Mom replied.
"Who would like to show her where the bathrooms can be found?
Ah, Kaitlin, why don't you show Juhi around?"
And with that Kaitlin led the way so nature's call could finally be answered.
She waited until I was done and back into the room we entered.
To my surprise, everyone was feasting on a snack.
It was then that I realized I didn't have my backpack.
"Where's your snack?" Kaitlin asked, and I meekly replied,
"I left it on the taxi." and thought I may as well have died.
"Aw, that's too bad. I'll share my snakc with you."
And with that kaitlin's friends replied, "We'll share with you too."
with little donations from all the girls, I had snackage galore.
And on that first day of school, I couldn't ask for more.