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A Sad and Lonely Cyclops

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I’m a sad and lonely Cyclops.
I am so misunderstood.
Though I probably look fearsome
I am actually good.

I’m as harmless as a kitten.
No, I wouldn’t hurt a fly,
But my neighbors think I’m monstrous
with my solitary eye.

So they laugh at me and tease me
and they often call me names,
plus they won’t let me participate
in their Olympic games.

They won’t let me join their practices
or even watch a tryout.
So I sit at home and sniffle
and I sadly cry my eye out.

 --Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright © 2001. All Rights Reserved.

Reading Level: Grade 3

 


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