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The Red Well-Read Reader

Story 127

Sailing with Steve

Eve, by noon tomorrow we shall leave

In a sailboat owned by Steve
The weather should be good, I believe.

Figure 8s and Ss we shall weave.

Through the dangerous shoals we shall reeve
But I’ll be certain to be home by eve.

Otherwise, my dearest Eve, you’ll peeve

And I, con•se•quent•ly, shall grieve.

Story 128
Learn These -

Bees, the honey makers Squeeze the lemon

Breeze, the wind Squeeze the profits

Breeze, the cinch Sneeze, the cold
Fees, the expense Sneeze, the scoff

He’s the man Tees the ball

Louise, the girl Teas, the drinks
Peas, the vegetable Tease the hair

Pleas, the requests Tease the boys

Seize the prey Ease the pain

Seize the problem Ease the punishment
Sees the answer Wheeze, the sound

Seas, the water Wheeze, the joke

Freeze the water And she’s – well
Frieze, the art work She’s the sleaze

Grease the pan

Grease the squeak

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