One of my writings.

I wrote this to my dad on his birthday. I just read it and had to chuckle. I hope you all like it too!  

Today is a day.

By: Danielle Opel

Today is a day that is a day that I will do something.

That something is nothing and nothing is something and that is what Gerald did say.

He pulled up the Heap that sputtered and spat,

Quivered and tweeped, fluttered and flexed.

“Come one, Come all,” Gerald did say,

“Come on out and lets go play.

Just push the Heap up that hill,

and all the way down with what fun we shall squeal!”

So we huffed and we puffed, with Gerald at till,

 we pushed and we pulled that heap up that hill.

At the top we did stop,

and fell down with a flop.

And that is when we heard that ornery Gerald hollar.

As we looked up that heap was nowhere in sight

 For down the hill the heap went spiraling without a fight.

Gerald let out a “Yippy ii o!

Hop on board for there is no way to slow!”

So we hopped and popped to our feet

and down the hill we ran after the heap.

There stumbles and tumbles, scrapes and bruises

for he who slowed down was the one who looses.

We all jumped with great spunk into the trunk

and away the heap flew.

Faster and faster we went

 until the path was all spent.

And there in front of us arose

a big tree with considerable pose.

Those in the back we all did flee,

all except Gerald, he ran into the tree!

There was a zoom and a boom and a sputter Dee spat,

 A clash and a bang and a tire that was flat.

As we looked on quite amazed with fright,

Out flew Gerald, it was quite a sight!

He flew through the bushes, and great big weeds,

through brushes, and brambles, and right past trees.

Onward and outward, and downward he rolled,

out of sight which left us quite dreaming of old. 

So onward and outward and downward we ran

Until we found Gerald stuck like a clam.

So hurriedly we offered him a chain made of man.

Fool hardily we offered him a helping hand.

Suddenly we found ourselves all pulled in.

The water was all the way up to our chins!

As we all grumbled, sputtered and spat,

With a great big splash Gerald let out a heartfelt laugh.

“It’s hot and it’s fun,

 we all worked hard in the sun.

Come on let’s play!

Let’s not waste this day!”

So we splished and we splashed

and had many a laugh!

We sank and we swam

until it became lame.

All tired and sore

we climbed up to the shore.

We all laid asleep about to drift,

when suddenly we realized something was amiss!

Gerald was missing, not in sight.

Off with the chips, without a fight!

So we scrounged and looked, we pillaged with funk

until we saw Gerald lying by a tree trunk!

He was napping quite nicely I would like to say,

quite tuckered out by all that hard play.

So we nudged him, and budged him, and begged him to say

what had become of those delicious chips that day?

He denied he had ever seen them

Or that he had ever eaten them.

But all I can say is that he is the last one

 that had the bag that day.

We all went home tired and wet,

And without supper, went straight to bed.

And when the parents asked what we did that day, Gerald piped up, “Today was the day that was a day that I did something. That something was nothing and nothing is something. Man, I had fun today.”