BOOM!

BOOM! Goes the TV.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The exploding of devices
Shakes the entire room.

KA-BLAM! Goes the computer.
KA-BLAM! KA-BLAM! KA-BLAM!
But Julia ignores it
As she sits and eats her ham.


"This ham tastes weird,"
Julia blurts out
"I think it's seared—
Without a doubt."

The lamp explodes
I give her glares
But nonchalantly,
She just stares

A horrible habit
Julia keeps
We've tried to grab it
The habit leaps

The habit
Julia has is bad
She can't control it
It drives us mad

For what she does
Makes things explode
"I've had enough!"
Dad suddenly bellowed

We looked at him
In tired surprise
We all looked grim
But he despised

The fact that Julia
Couldn't stop
Down from his face
A single teardrop

"Why are you crying?"
I asked him then
"I'm sick of things
Getting destroyed, again!"

That's when Julia
Suddenly sat up
We had somehow fixed her
With that workup.

She no longer
Made things explode,
but it was equally as bad—
She made things implode.

Is that....? A Poem by Asher

"Is that a booger on your finger?"
A classmate once said to me
So I looked at him and told him
That he would soon see.

I took my boogered finger
Green snot smeared and all
And chased him out of the classroom
Until he hid in a stall.

When I walked back into the classroom
Everybody stared at me
For the booger on my finger
Had now transferred to my knee.

And at this very moment
A thought flew through my mind
And sooner I grew confident
That I'm a special kind.

Shakespeare: Another Poem by Asher

 I haven't written any stories lately, but I'm going to be putting up poetry more often.
To start off:

"How come the sky is always blue?"
A young child once questioned me
I told him, "It is because of you."
And he kicked me in the knee.

"How come we're here? Why do we live? What is our purpose here?"
I turned to him,
And simply said
"To listen to Shakespeare."

Of course, alas, he did not know
Who Shakespeare is of any means
Which made him my foe, so full of woe
That horrible child fiend.

How could a child
Be so wild
To not know
Literature?

I then realized
My great despise
Was unnecessary and uncalled for

He was only three, an age full of glee
But I still stomped out the door.