Blue Chips
Written by Dan Frankenfield
Miss DeAngeles
gives us chips
to subtract with.
She shows us,
sliding hers
around and
I can't keep
track of mine.
Where are the rest
of your chips, she asks.
I don't know, I tell her
I can't find them.
Bradley can't find
the rest of his chips.
She tells us to
sit in the corner,
and figure out
where the chips are
while she reads
to the class.
We check the table
and under the chairs.
Miss DeAngeles
gives a word search
with the spelling words.
I look for a
Towel. I have
everything else
but a towel.
Bradley has
a towel but can't
find a shovel.
You two sit, she says
until you figure it out.
But still no chips
she goes on reading.
I have a shovel.
Bradley has a towel
and there we sit,
shovel and towel,
thinking of ways
to kill that pig.
But we just can't
figure it out.
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