In a Jar beneath My Bed

Hello. I'm six. My name is Ted.
I have a jar beneath my bed.

The thing inside is really bad.
It misbehaved. It made me mad.

It has no hair and tiny hands.
It likes to bang on pots and pans.

It smiles a lot. It drools a little.
It's not allowed to eat peanut brittle.

It has two eyes but just one tooth.
It burps up spit. It's real uncouth.

It smells quite bad. It rarely sleeps.
It can't walk; it mostly creeps.

It did NOT go in easy. It put up a fight.
I had to shove with all my might.

Now don't you go telling mother.
She's actually likes my baby brother!


-Catherine Bailey

Bianca Swigger

I am happy (ecstatic, actually) to announce that one of my little poems has been featured in the July 2011 issue of Underneath the Juniper Tree.

Underneath the Juniper Tree produces a blog and digital magazine chock full of dark and delicious children's literature. Think shadowy forests and nibbly ghosts, NOT fluffy bunnies and rainbows. These people eat fluffy bunnies and rainbows for breakfast. For more, take a look at underneaththejunipertree.blogspot.com. To link to my poem directly, click here: http://www.scribd.com/doc/59100985/July-Issue