JUNIOR REPORTER

Poem: Telephone, Telephone!
by Niki H., Age 10, Grade 5, St. Anne's Elementary School, Peterborough, ON

Telephone, telephone, where can you be?
I've looked everywhere, but I can not see
I wanted to call Sarah to get her out of bed
So I turned to my mother and said,
"Telephone, telephone, where can it be"?

I looked everywhere, can't you see
I looked in my room and I looked in the hall.
I looked under my bed and in the shower stall

Telephone, telephone, where can you be?

I looked all over, you and me
I looked in the laundry bin and in my dad's room
I think I'm coming to the point of doom
Telephone, telephone, where can you be?

There you are, my brother took you, I SEE!
I'm so mad at him, I think I could die
Instead I think I'll just scream, throw a tantrum and cry

I'm now begging for a phone of MY own
To do so my parents said they would need a loan
So no more trips to Jamaica; that would make me sad
I think instead of having a phone, once in a while I'd rather just be mad!

BROTHERS, THEY'RE SUCH A DRAG