I Cloned Myself on Friday Night
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I cloned myself on Friday night.
By Saturday at three
my clone had made another clone.
They both looked just like me.
They walked like me and talked like me.
They acted like me too.
They wore my clothes and used my stuff
and did the things I do.
But worst of all they made more clones
who then made even more,
and soon my house was overrun
and I was getting sore.
They wouldn’t do my homework,
clean my room, or make my bed.
They wouldn’t wash the dishes,
or do anything I said.
Instead they sat and watched TV
and played computer games.
They ate up all my favorite snacks
and called each other names.
And now they like to stay up late
and keep me wide awake.
My life is wrecked, but still I hope
you’ll learn from my mistake.
Don’t ever try to clone yourself.
But, if you ever do,
you’d better hope your clones are not
exactly just like you.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 3
From the book My Hippo Has the Hiccups
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