Someone's Toes Are In My Nose

by Bruce Lansky
Someone’s toes are in my nose.
Whosever could they be?
Since no one else is in my bed,
they must belong to me!

I wonder how it happened.
I just don’t understand.
I don’t know how my legs got stretched
out like a rubber band.

How will I ever get to school?
It’s a catastrophe!
Mother! Dad! Get on the phone
and dial some help for me!


Text © Bruce Lansky, reprinted from My Dog Ate My Homework published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Stephen Carpenter. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.

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