Joyce Armor

It’s always been a wish of mine (Or should I say a dream) To scare my sister half to death And hear her piercing scream. That’s why I squished four bugs until They all were very dead, Then took them to my sister’s room And put them in her bed. After we had said goodnight, My heart began to pound. I waited and I waited, but She never made a sound. And then I got so doggone tired I couldn’t stay awake. I climbed into my own warm bed And shrieked—there was a snake! It wiggled, and I leaped and fell And bruised my bottom half; Then I heard an awful sound— It was my sister’s laugh.