You hear it pounding down the tracks,
but you can’t stop the mouth of Max.
Don’t stand in its way, you’ll be run over flat.
It’s comin’ through, and that is that.
Can’t you seeing,
Call on meing,
Me first! Me first!
The train eventually goes away
when Max and his mouth go home for the day.
The peace that comes when that occurs
makes ears grin broadly, mine and yours.
— Ted Scheu
Copyright © 2002. All Rights Reserved. From I Invited a Dragon to Dinner. Philomel. Reprinted by permission of the author.
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This poem was the very first I ever had published, in a fun anthology called, I Invited a Dragon to Dinner, (Philomel, 2002). The illustration in the book was done by Chris Demarest and it was hilarious. Max, who was a real kid (a real loud kid) in my 2nd grade classroom when I was a teacher, had a voice that you could hear coming a mile away. It could shatter glass up close. Of course, he got in trouble a lot, and he inspired me to remember him years later. Maybe he’s working as a foghorn on the coast?
From I Invited a Dragon to Dinner
I invited a dragon to dinner.
My parents were really surprised.
They thought he would wish for lobster and fish,
But he ordered a burger and fries…
Get ready for some of the silliest, funniest poems around! Written entirely by fresh talent, this collection is the result of a nationwide contest to find the best new writers of verse for children. With spirited illustrations by Chris L. Demarest, I Invited a Dragon to Dinner is a feast of delight just waiting to be devoured. Dig in!