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If I Were in Charge of the World and Other Worries: Poems for Children and Their Parents

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If you've ever had trouble apologizing or keeping a secret, had a crush or a broken heart, there's a poem here for you! Written with humor and understanding, Judith Viorst's poems are certain to delight children and adults alike — and be read again and again.

ISBN-13: 9780689707704

Media Type: Paperback

Publisher: Atheneum Books for Young Readers

Publication Date: 10-01-1984

Pages: 64

Product Dimensions: 6.00(w) x 7.50(h) x 0.30(d)

Age Range: 7 - 10 Years

Series: If I Were in Charge of World A145 P #0001

Judith Viorst is the author of the beloved Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, which has sold some four million copies; the Lulu books, including Lulu and the Brontosaurus; the New York Times bestseller Necessary Losses; four musicals; and poetry for children and young adults. Her most recent books of poetry include What Are You Glad About? What Are You Mad About? and Nearing Ninety.

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FIFTEEN, MAYBE SIXTEEN, THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT

My pants could maybe fall down when I dive off the diving board.

My nose could maybe keep growing and never quit.

Miss Brearly could ask me to spell words like stomach and special.

(Stumick and speshul?)

I could play tag all day and always be "it."

Jay Spievack, who's fourteen feet tall, could want to fight me.

My mom and my dad — like Ted's — could want a divorce.

Miss Brearly could ask me a question about Afghanistan.

(Who's Afghanistan?)

My mother could maybe decide that I needed more liver.

My dad could decide that I needed less TV.

Miss Brearly could say that I have to write in script and stop printing.

Chris could stop being best friends with me.

The world could maybe come to an end on next Tuesday.

The ceiling could maybe come crashing on my head.

I maybe could run out of things for me to worry about.

And then I'd have to do my homework instead.

Copyright © 1981 by Judith Viorst