Wayside School Gets a Little Stranger (Wayside School 3)

“I believe so,” said Mrs. Jewls.

Dana walked to Mrs. Jewls’s desk. “I can’t think of anything that rhymes with pink,” she complained.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” said Mrs. Jewls. She winked at her.

“I can’t think,” said Dana. “My mind’s on the blink. I’m no good at poetry. I stink!”

“Just keep trying,” said Mrs. Jewls.

Dana returned to her seat. She started to put her name on her paper, but her pen wouldn’t write. “Great!” she complained. “Now my pen’s out of ink!”

“Hey, Dana,” whispered John. “Do you want to borrow my pen?”

“Sure,” said Dana.

“Too bad, I’m using it,” said John. Then he and Joe cracked up.

Meanwhile, Allison was going through the alphabet for the tenth time. … Murple, nurple, ourple, qurple, … she thought.

“My left shoe!” exclaimed Rondi.

“You better choose something, Rondi, and get started,” advised Mrs. Jewls.

“I got it!” said Rondi. “A Bird That Flew!”

At the end of the day, the children turned in their poems.

Yellow by Kathy

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I don’t feel too well, oh

I don’t know who to tell, oh

I’m sick and I smell, oh

My barf is yellow

Brown by Joy

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At the circus I saw a clown.

On his face was a great big frown.

His sad eyes were big and brown.

Green by Stephen

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The swimming pool has lots of chlorine.

It turned my hair green.

Red by Joe