Me & Sharkzilla
A storypoem about a shark-monster on vacation.
A story about a boy, the beach, and a shark-monster that just wanted a dryskin friend. And then things get really weird.
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Poetry: the best words in the best order.
― Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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“If you are a dreamer come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar
A hoper, a prayer, a magic-bean-buyer.
If you’re a pretender come sit by my fire
for we have some flax golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!”
― Shel Silverstein
For a fairly young kid I've seen a lot of strange things,
like a calf with three heads and the creepy that brings.
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Jason Hauser
I am a writer, artist and poet from North Carolina. I recently self published a children's/YA book called Harold and the Dreadful Dreams. You can learn more about it at my blog https://jmhauser.com, as well as other projects.
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Jason, this was so filled with mirth and an absolute pleasure to read! Your ability to endlessly rhyme is such a talent most don’t possess.Definitely a wonderful tale for parents and teachers to read to children. I feel this will also ignite an interest in reading. Looking forward to the subsequent adventures of Sharkzilla!