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Hitting Rules

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From the book The Aliens Have Landed at Our School!

My brother isn’t very nice,
he’s cruel as can be,
And so my parents made some rules
to stop him hitting me.
He’s not supposed to wallop me.
He cannot punch or whack.
He must not slap, tap, beat, prod, poke,
nor slam, strike, knock, thump, crack.
My parents made so many rules
to try to stop his fighting.
I wish they’d make just one more rule,
preventing him from biting.

 --Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright © 2001. All Rights Reserved.

Reading Level: Grade 4

 


From the Book The Aliens Have Landed at Our School!


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