Mom,
my best friend David
says I talk too much--all the time
I talk,talk,talk.
I don't think that is true
but David calls me
Yackety-Yak, Talk-Talker.
That hurts my feelings.
I tell him I don't talk too much,
I just enjoy talking.
I like saying words
and feeling them in my mouth.
I don't talk too much, I just talk.
So, what to you think, Mom?
Do you think it is true,
do you think I talk too much?
Am I a gabby person?
Is David right,
do I talk, talk, talk?
Come on, Mom,
what do you think?
Do I talk too much?
Do you think I talk too much?
This actually is a found poem. I heard this one sided conversation from a 7 year-old boy when I was out at a museum. As I listened, I didn't see how this kid could believe that he didn't talk too much. What do you think?
So here is today's challenge--write a poem in which one person tells a lie.
