The Green Matter

A medium size portion of green
like toxic waste matter
fell on my dish.
It stared at me insolently
and wanted to enter my mouth.
I did not like the looks of it.
No, I said resisting.
You are not going there!
But, finally it attached itself on my fork
and entered my mouth!
It was slimy and foul tasting.
I heard some gagging noise around.
A poor soul was having trouble breathing.
I wanted to throw - up the vile substance
and I noticed that
the sounds were coming from my throat.

YYUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

I hate broccoli!!!!



Nicky, age 7
MF

Hoy

Hoy,
el bosque se confabulo con el rio
y el coloso de tres cabezas
animándonos a visitarlos.
El cielo se negó a ser nuestro cómplice
y decidió chapotearnos todo el día.




Hoy,
mis nietos se convirtieron en moja nukies,
aunque ellos se rieron ante tal declaración.
- No somos nucleares, somos "your grandsons", dijeron.





Hoy,
yo y mis nietos, moja nukies o my grandsons,
muy mojados y congelados, pero,
contentos regresamos de visitar
el bosque, el rio y el tres cabezas.

María Fischinger @ Bled, 2009