30 Days, 30 Stories: Guess I'll Eat This Worm

Guess I’ll Eat This Worm

by Jennifer Jones Smith

 

  

Monday is

Dance day

My tippy-toe-and-prance day.

I slipped, I tripped.

My outfit ripped.

I smashed the sack

That had my snack.

I wondered what to eat.

Roly-polies were my treat!                           (She is outside.)

 

Tuesday is

Bake day.

My Mom-and-I-make-cake day.

My mom was sick.

No bowl to lick.

I tried to fix

A nifty mix.

I gave it my best try

With ants in my mud pie.           (She is outside eating it.)

 

Wednesday is

Play day

My friend-can-come-and-stay day.

She didn’t call.

No fun at all.                                         (She is sitting under a tree with her tea set and dolls.)

A bee stung me

Beneath the tree.

I squished it with a cup,

and then I licked it up.

 

Thursday is

Park day

My listen-to-a-lark day.

Birds took my lunch.

Nothing to munch.

Robbed of my food.

In a bad mood.

It sure does wiggle and squirm.

I guess I’ll eat this worm.

 

Friday is

Book day

My read-and-have-a-look day.

Read about Mouse                             

In the treehouse.

My tummy growled,

And then I scowled.

I left my food inside.

This bug’s the best I’ve tried!            

 

Saturday is

Zoo day

My jump-like-kangaroo day.

Upset my tummy

with food that was yummy.
My trip was done.                                (getting in car)

Missed all the fun.

I tried not to cry.

Then ate a pesky fly!

 

Sunday is

Rest day

My relax-and-not-stress day.

Grandma lives far.

Rode in the car.

My tummy ached.

I hope she baked.

Imagine my surprise

With a feast before my eyes!

“Looks great, Gran,” I said with a hug.

“But do you have a lady bug?”

“No, dear,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

“But you might enjoy eating the grasshopper pie!”

(There are real grasshoppers sticking out of the fluffy green pie.)