Children's Poems and Rhyming Story Beneath The Cushions by Terry Lerdall-Fitterer - Children's Stories Net

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Poems and Ryhming Stories     Beneath The Cushions   Reader Star Rating:   Terry Lerdall-Fitterer   Childrens-Stories.net Terms of use: you may view online and freely print a single paper copy of the entire story page for your own personal domestic private use, individual qualified Teachers may also freely print additional paper copies for teaching purposes within their own educational establishment. Any other use is strictly prohibited without prior written consent by letter from us, please see the contact us button above.     Unwelcome guests invade our house, beneath the cushions of the couch, but when I send them on their way, they just return another day.   These so-called guests are burdensome, consisting most of food and crumb, that take a ride in Mom's vacuum, but leave their off-spring 'bout the room.   These bits and pieces have a knack, of being stored for future snack, kids hide them deep for TV nights, then, reach down under for a bite!   I've made a list of favorite treats, that find their way beneath the seats, so many treasures—quite content, they should be made to pay the rent.   One time I found a chicken bone that thought the sofa was its home, a pizza crust, a walnut shell, a dried-up olive—who could tell?   The other night my brother cried, "My gosh! It smells like someone died!" I looked and calmly said with glee, "It's just a hunk of broccoli!"   Then suddenly, a sneak attack, I saw it growing 'tween the cracks, a horrid thing--it left me numb, I think it was the 'Franken-Crumb'!   Its tentacles were everywhere, and heavy breathing filled the air, It shrieked, "Clean up your act!", then said "I started as a crust of bread!"   I got up from my bed in shock, and gazed upon the bedroom clock, I heard a noise from down below Mom had her Hoover on the go!   The sofa sighed with much relief- she vacuumed it beyond belief, and threatened if one crumb should stray she'd make me use a TV tray!       If you enjoyed this story, there are many more in our collection, to register for more Free Stories please click below or click the Free Story Access button top left on this page.     Click Here    to Register for more Free Stories.     Story Rating      If you've already registered please rate this story below from your own point of view. Click one of the radio buttons next to a star below and then enter your registered email address. You can only rate each story once. Not Yet Rated You consider the story is OK You think the story is Good You would Recommend the story The story is Outstanding        Enter your Registered Email eg: [email protected]     click button to rate story Story star ratings shown (2 to 5 stars) are the average of all rating scores to date, these may not update immediately subject to browser and local cache settings, in some cases it may take a few hours.     Thanks for your interest and happy reading.