Bad Blake

Charlie was having a nap.
With a wonderful red cap.
But Blake took it!

Charlie was eating steak.
And a wonderful sweet cake.
But Blake ate it!

Charlie was sound asleep.
Dreaming of good old sheep.
But Blake woke him!

Charlie was playing baseball.
When Blake pounced him!
But Charlie hit him.

Now he’s dead.

Charlie’s in trouble?

His parent’s came.
How mad they became.
So Charlie fled.

But his parents caught him.
And they scolded him.
And put him to bed.

He didn’t sleep.
All he did was weep.
Oh, how big trouble he was in.

When morning came.
Mother called him name.
He got up and stretched when…

Old Blake was there!
Sitting in his old chair!
was he a ghost?

No he wasn’t he wasn’t dead.
This was all a dream.
But how real it had seemed.

Poor Charlie

Charlie had to take
His bad brother Blake.
Out for a walk to the beach.

He dragged him along.
Charlie was so strong.
And he was almost to South Reach.

He finally seen the sign.
But he broke his spine.
From Carrying his brother all day.

To make things worse.
His brother began to curse.
From being dragged all the way.

Oh, poor Charlie.
He was so gnarly.
He was so miserable.

He couldn’t take it.
He wouldn’t make it.
He was in big trouble.

But suddenly.
Things turned around.
There was a big deer.

He talked to him.
“My name is Tim”
i can get you outta’ here.

So there we went.
Back to the house.
Leaving bad Blake behind.

He was very happy.
He was very blessed.
To not have Blake.
That awful pest.