This story has a lot of rhyming words, as a poem does. Can you write out some parts of it like a poem, so that the rhymes come at the end of separate lines?
Patrick never did homework. “Too boring,” he said. He played baseball and hockey and Nintendo instead.
- He had a little wool shirt with old-fashioned britches and a high tall that much like a witch’s.
- Save me! Don’t give me back to that cat I’ll grant you a wish. I promise you that.
- He kicked his legs and doubled his fists and scowled and pursed his lips.
- “Help me! Help me!” he would say. And Patrick would have to help in whatever way.
- Here, sit down beside me, you simply must guide me.
- Elves know nothing of human history, to them it’s a mystery.
- So the little elf, already a shouter, just got louder.
- As a matter of fact, every day in every way the little elf was a nag Patrick was working harder than ever, and was it a drag!
- As for homework, there was no more, so he quietly and slyly slipped out the back door.
- Patrick got his A’s; his classmates were amazed, his teachers smiled and were full of praise.
- Cleaned his room, did his chores, was cheerful, never rude, like he had developed a whole new attitude.