To: Creepy Grenade Woman
Title: Old Lady
Egypt Corn Farm
Dear Creepy Grenade Woman,
I am writing to tell you that you really don't want to eat me for Thanksgiving. I am the skinniest, grossest, and most sick bird in the whole world. I do not eat anything, and if I did I would be a very picky eater. (I would only eat broccoli and moldy socks.) If that is not enough I get salmonella barf all the time and I smell like a skunk infested outhouse. If you need more reasons not to eat me I have more that are too disgusting to mention, plus I am dangerous, I know kung fue foot ball. Find something else to eat!
Your Arch Nemesis,
Barfing Joe
P.S. You stink like a camel!
P.P.S. So do I! and I have lice!
Apparently he got big laughs and cheers when he read this to his class. All his teacher wrote on the paper was "Gross!" That's what I say too.

2 treasured comments:
I love your creative discriptions. They really paint a picture in my mind. That is great writing!
J I laughed so hard at your story. You are a good writer GP thought so too!
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