Monday, September 05, 2005

The Moth


The moth flutters.

It flies onto the computer screen.
I squish it.
It splatters on the computer screen.
That is gross.
My mom will kill me,
So I rub it of.
She won’t know now.
That is good,
I think.



Written By Anna

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

you are the crazeist kid i have ever herd of