All Of The Toys Poem by Rebecca Cholan

Hello
My name is Bobby and I am seven and three-quarters years old!
I live with my mom and dad and my sister and


Oh my gosh my three cats!

My one cat’s name is Pumpkin because I think he looks like a pumpkin
My second cat’s name Monkey because I think she looks like a monkey
And my third cat’s name is Fatso because he looks like my mom


I like to eat cakes,
I like to play with my sister and

Oh my gosh I just love this toy store

Sometimes my mom and dad yell at me
because they tell me that if I keep talking so fast
I am going to need a colonoscopy.
I don’t really know what that means but it kind of sounds like fun.

Oh my gosh I have to have that truck.

Well I guess the reason that I am here is to talk about what my mom told me.
She told me that I have
This thing.
This thing that’s called
A.D.
It’s called
A.D.
It’s called
A.D.H.

Oh my gosh I need that car.

Sometimes people say they don’t want to be my friend
because they say I am too energetic.
Like this one time I was walking home from school
and I went past the kids that
ride the short bus and they screamed:
Kid, you need help.

A lot of times my sister gets embarrased
by me when I’m in front of her friends.
But her friends love me.
Sometimes for fun we play this game where
they give me
extra
large
Pixy
Stix.
They see how many times
I can run around the house
run around the house
run around the house.
My record is twenty-three in one minute.

Oh my gosh I did not know that this ball came in this color.

A lot of the times kids call me
Weird and
Crazy
because I like to eat my ice cream
with ketchup.

My favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip with extra ketchup.
My favorite word is fate.
F-A-T-T-E
I like to spell it with two T’s because it makes it special.
Just like me.
My cat Fatso always tells me that
he doesn’t believe in fate,
but my mom also says that Fatso
is going to die soon because he is 60 pounds
and that is too fat for a cat.

That rhymed, didn’t it?
There’s fate for you.

But this whole A.D.
A.D.
A.D.H.D. thing makes everything
not so bad.

I know that mom always tell me that these pills,
this Aderall will work,
will calm me down so kids will like me.

But I don’t want them to.
I want to be how I’m meant to be.
Nothing “fixing me.”
F-A-T-T-E keeps me the way I am


Have you seen that glow-in-the-dark star on the ceiling?
Look at the way it shines
just like how its meant to shine.
Nothing “fixing it.”
Only shining
like it was meant to.