A poem I am acting in...

I will be acting out this poem in class. I play the child. The girl lost her tooth making it hard to pronouce some words.


        Child:       

I’m having trouble thpeaking
thinthe I lotht my middle tooth.
Jutht yethterday my tooth wath fine—
today it wiggled loothe.

At firtht I thought it thilly
when my tooth fell out today,
but no one theemth to underthtand
a thingle word I thay.

I athked my mom to clothe the door.
She thaid,

Mom:

That would be rude.
The door does not like wearing clothes;
it’s happy in the nude.

Child:

I thaid a mouthe wath in my room
and she should come and thee.
She thaid,

Mom:

Your mouth is on your face;
it’s right where it should be.

Child:

I wonder if you underthtand
the thircumthtanthe I’m in.
I told her I wath feeling thick.
She thaid,

Mom:

You’re looking thin.

Child:

At latht she thaw how mad I wath
and thought I might thtop breathing.
She laughed and thaid she didn’t mean it—
She wath only teething.

THE END!