The NNNN
The NNNN
By Maya Bond, age 8
The pig is loose! The pig is loose! NNNN?
You call this NNNN?!
Out !
Blah blah blah miss talker pants, I said to
myself.
I slammed my book shut and marched to my room. Sheesh,
I need NANNY 911!
First my husband breaks up with me and now an 11 year
old boy! How worse can it be?
WAIT THE THE THE PIG! And yes things can be
worse! NNNN!
Now the pig ate the cake!
NNNN!
That’s it, in the pen. Click. Now, Noah come over
here,
Help me make the “together†cake.
Song by mother, put all the ingredients in
the bowl.
Mix together, put in the oven for 1 hour and what do
you get?
C-A-K-E cake C-A-K-E cake 12345678 cake.
So why is there smoke coming out of the oven? I DON’T
KNOW.
Wait, NNNN! Still looks good dosen’t it?
I guess…
The pig is loose!
Amazing, awe-inspiring, and as of today, I can never write poetry again, because an eight-year old wonderchild has exposed us all.
great job, ms. bond!
i’m a big fan of maya bond. this isn’t her best, but it definitely moves.
best part:
“First my husband breaks up with me and now an 11 year
old boy! How worse can it be?: