Children's Poems and Rhyming Story But I Wanted Rollerblades by Terry Lerdall-Fitterer - Children's Stories Net

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Poems and Ryhming Stories     But I Wanted Rollerblades   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.     They brought a baby sister home-- I can't believe my eyes, she's wrinkly like a Raisinette and all night long she cries.   She wasn't 'neath the Christmas tree in pretty wrapping dressed, she didn't come in Santa's sleigh or Federal Express.   She lays there in that crib of hers and coos and wets and sleeps, the way my parents fuss about it just gives me the creeps!   I wonder why my mom and dad would pick out such a toy? They should've asked me first--that way, at least she'd be a boy.   A brother would make much more sense-- a boy can catch a ball, and climb a tree or pick his nose-- a girl's no fun at all!   Her bedroom is an awful sight, it's pink most everywhere, no football, rocks or baseball bat, it's really boring there!   She gurgles and she babbles on, about what--I don't know, and all she does is bawl and scream and burp and puke and grow.   She drools all over everything, I think she came with spit, I never will forgive her for my soggy baseball mitt.   I still can't figure out just why she came to us that day, she wasn't on my Christmas list and now she's here to stay!   Do you suppose if Santa Claus finds out she wets the bed, he might let me exchange her for some rollerblades instead?         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.