Mona's Pease Little Ditty

Hi  all. My writer friend Mona Pease doesn't have a blog so I'm sharing her Storyteller Academy entry for our no-holds-barred #DaffyCrappyRhymingDraftThrowDown. Give Mona a round of applause and a few comments. We writers love feedback. Thanks for participating, Mona.

I’m Finally Old Enough To Rake Blueberries

by Mona Pease

Tons of Maine blueberries creep around 

My back is bent, my head to the ground

And all I see is blue, blue, blue

It’s my first day on the raking crew. 

                        I’m twelve and I’ll earn my own cash.       

I rake between strings that mark my row

Scooping up berries on vines growing low.

I only meant to taste a few.

But eat a lot, oh what do I do?

                        The outhouse is calling to me!

My sneakers feel stiff. They’re stained bright blue.

A kid calls out,  “Your mouth is blue too.”

There’s not one bone that doesn’t ache.

I think my back is about to break.

                        But, I fill another box.

When I’m finally home I’ll flop on my bed

If I take a nap will I wake up dead?

But if by chance I am alive.

I’ll start my day at quarter to five!

                        And do it all over again!