This silly poem was one of my favorites when I was younger.
Making Faces
Don't you know
that if you make
that awful face,
you know the one
eyelids pulled down,
nose pulled up,
tongue between your fingers-yuck!
and if I tiptoe up behind you on my ghost-feet sneakers,
and I
BANG MY LUNCH BAG IN YOUR EAR
Hah!
your face is going to stay that way forever!
By Michael Spooner
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