My Lemonade Stand

Cookies for sale! And cake! One dime! That's what it says on my cardboard sign. I pile cookies on a plate. I eat just one and then, I wait . . . I taste the cake (one tiny slice) I squeeze the lemons and stir the ice; I count and stack the paper cups . . . fresh lemonade is coming up! I count the bruises on my knee . . . won't somebody buy something, please?