I Am Exhausted By Trying To Get

Dad At Breakfast Today Being Very Quiet. I Notice He Is Clean Shaven. I Said To Him, "vati, What Has Happened To The Little Beaver That Used To Live On The End Of Your Chin?

Through My Curtains I Can See A Big Yellow Moon. I’m Thinking Of All The People In The World Who Will Be Looking At That Same Moon. I Wonder How Many Of Them Haven’t Got Any Eyebrows?

He Came Over And Ruffled My Hair, Which Is Technically Assault. I Could Get On The Blower To Childline.

How Many Times Do We All Have To Do This? Get Up, Go To School, Again? Before Everyone Admits It's A Crap Idea?

He Who Laughs Last Laughs The Laughiest.