Grade 2 Option 1
The Contents of My Desk
A
nail.
A nickel.
A snail.
A pickle.
A twisted-up
slinky.
A ring for
my pinky.
A blackened
banana.
A love note
from Hannah.
My doodles
of rockets.
The lint from
my pockets.
A fork-like
utensil.
But sorry…
no pencil.
A nickel.
A snail.
A pickle.
A twisted-up
slinky.
A ring for
my pinky.
A blackened
banana.
A love note
from Hannah.
My doodles
of rockets.
The lint from
my pockets.
A fork-like
utensil.
But sorry…
no pencil.
--Kenn
Nesbitt
Option
2
by
Kenn Nesbitt
I
cannot find my elephant.
He must have run away.
He isn’t on the sofa
where he promised he would stay.
He must have run away.
He isn’t on the sofa
where he promised he would stay.
I’ll
need to get a bloodhound
who can track him by his scent,
or hire a house detective
to discover where he went.
who can track him by his scent,
or hire a house detective
to discover where he went.
Perhaps
I’ll make some posters,
and I’ll offer a reward.
I’d make it more, but fifty cents
is all I can afford.
and I’ll offer a reward.
I’d make it more, but fifty cents
is all I can afford.
He
knows the way. It’s up the street
and down our garden path.
And next time I won’t warn him
when it’s time to take his bath.
and down our garden path.
And next time I won’t warn him
when it’s time to take his bath.