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“A fantastic triumph!”

- Abigail T. Frawley“We’re caught between loving it and wanting to poke our eyes out with a pencil.” – New York Thymes

“If that puppet calls here one more time...” - Chicago Globe

“If that puppet calls here one more time...” - Chicago Globe

“Stop harassing us.” - The Boston Tribune

Written by Abigail T. Frawley

IlluStrated by Suzie Cupcake

The War of 12:32 .............................. 2

The Optimist ..................................... 3

Lost Marbles .................................... 4

Furry Thud ........................................ 4

Abigail’s Birthday ......................... 5

The WorryWart ............................. 6

Too Cold ............................................... 7

Misplaced .......................................... 8

We Hate Peas ................................... 8

Slurry Samantha ......................... 9

Buzzy Bazoos .................................. 9

Abigail’s Big Lie ................................ 10

P.S. You Stink .................................... 11

Different ............................................. 11

The Icky Spider .............................. 12

Finicky Finnigan ............................. 12

Fanatic................................................. 13

Fifty Puppet Pile Up ..................... 14

The Bad Call ....................................... 15

Weatherman Dan ......................... 16

Sir Knight of the Night ................ 17

Cotton Candy Meltdown .......... 18

Tyler the Terrible ......................... 18

The Butterfly Chaser ................. 19

Jimmy Leave It! ............................. 19

Paul’s Ball ........................................... 20

Table of Contents

Look For our silly Notes! Love– Abigail and Suzie

We Hate Peas

My teacher declaresThat nothing comparesTo the battles of World War IIBut I disagreeSince he did not seeThe food fight at twelve thirty-two

It started with piesAnd then there were friesAnd cookies and milkshakes that flewAnd then things went badlyWhen Principal BradleyDecided to join the fight too

He and the teachersTook off their sneakers And filled them up with beef stewAnd as their shoe laces twirledThe beef stew got hurledWe kids didn’t know what to do

They then shouted “Battle”And charged us like cattleThe lunch ladies joined with them tooThey threw mashed potatoesAnd slimy tomatoesAt the kids who made lunch a zoo

But finally it stopped And we all took out mops And mopping is what we did doAnd nobody spokeAbout the bad jokeThat let this battle ensue

Now, I’m pretty sureThat this little warHas its place in history tooBecause nothing I’ve readWill stay in my headLike that food fight at twelve thirty-two

The War of 12:32

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Furry ThudWhat was that awful, furry thudthat woke me in the night?I wonder what that sound could be?Is everything alright? Perhaps it’s someone’s slippers Shuffling on the floorOr maybe my dog, JimmyJust ran into my door

Maybe Dad is finally home From working very lateOr maybe it’s a MONSTER -Who’s feeling quite irate! Oh, I cannot stand itWhat was that awful sound?And here’s another question Why am I on the ground?

Aha! I think I’ve got it! There is no need for dreadThat furry thud was simply me… I’ve fallen out of bed!

Lost Marbles

Have you seen my marbles?I put them on the groundBut soon they started movingAnd rolling all around

Some went to the leftSome went to the rightSome just darted straight aheadNow they’re out of sight

Oh, my pretty marbles!Are you forever lost?I promise I will find youNo matter what the cost!

I’ll put up “Missing Posters”All along the streetAnd all my friends will look aroundFor marbles at their feet

But today you are still missingAnd I have lost all hopeOh, why’d I put you on that hill?I am such a dope

I’m Abigail T. FrawleyAnd I’m no longer fourToday is my fifth birthday,So mommy’s at the store

She’s buying lots of presentsAnd hopefully a cakeAnd soon my friends will be hereTo help me celebrate

So while I sit here waitingI’m going to make a listOf everything I’ll includeIn my birthday wish

A brand new doll; a beanbag chair,A puppy and some fishes,A pogo stick; a monkey,And some pretty china dishes

A trampoline, a bowling ball,A tree house, and some crayons,Some snowshoes, a piano,And a 30 piece brass band

A swimming pool, a petting zoo,A shiny new red car,A cotton candy mountain,And a tree frog in a jar

Oh, goody, goody Mommy’s home!I must show her my wishesShe glanced at them and smiledAnd she gave me hugs and kisses

“Wait a minute, Mommy!I forgot to add the moon!”“Dear Abigail,” my mommy said“Your birthday’s not ‘til June”

Abigail’s Birthday

I also want a Giraffe !

The WorryWartI have a lot of worriesAnd believe me you would tooIf you had all the worriesThat worrywarts go through

I worry I’m too shortI worry I’m too tallI worry when it’s spring timeI worry when it’s fall

I worry that I’m dyingI worry that you’re deadI worry that I’ll get a lumpThat sprouts up from my head

I worry that my dog is sickI worry it’s too coldI worry that I might die youngI’m worried to get old

I’m worried to get out of bedI’m worried to stay here tooI’m worried that I’ll catch a bugI’m worried you’ll catch it too

I worry about the planet earthI worry about the sunI worry that an asteroidWill blow-up everyone

I worry that I eat too muchI’m worried I’m too thinI worry that the Sox might loseI’m worried the Yanks might win

I worry when I worryI’m worried when I won’tI worry for everything I doAnd all the things I don’t

I’m worried to stop worryingThen what will I do?Maybe I’ll just disappearLike worries often do.

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MisplacedWhere did I go?Where could I be?How could I do this?I’ve misplaced me

I retraced my steps,looked under the bedI did find some moneyAnd poor Uncle Fred

But still no meI’m nowhere to be foundI looked in the houseand all over the grounds

I keep asking myselfNow, If I were me?Where would I put myself?Where would I be?

I even went backTo the last place I wasBut I wasn’t there Most likely because…oh…..wait….. Here I am over here

We Hate Peas We hate PeasThey’re icky and grossThey’re green and their slimyWe’d rather eat toast

We pretend that we eat themAnd hide them insteadThey blend well in potatoesAnd smoosh well in bread

But if you are cleverWe suggest you do thisIt’s quite an endeavorBut here’s what it is

If you have a dog Or a brother or sisMake them eat your peasIt’s absolute bliss

Slurry Samantha

Buzzy Bazoos

Slurry SamanthaHad a slight lispHer words were all slurryThey didn’t sound crisp

But when you say words Like super and sureYou may discoverYou lisp just like her So be nice to SamanthaIt’s not always easy To say slurry words Like sausage and cheesy

The name of our band is Buzzy BazoosBecause that is the sound Of one hundred kazoos We play waltzes and polkasAnd even the bluesWe travel the GlobeAnd get great reviews

We’re holding auditionsat quarter to twosince one of our memberscame down with the flu

We need a round numberFor the songs that we doAnd ninety nine BuzziesSimply won’t do

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I lisp when I say spaghetti ... Ha Ha!