Great literary works of the Simpsons

Meditations on being 8, by Lisa Simpson

I had a cat named Snowball. She died! She died!
Mom said she was sleeping. She lied! She lied!
Why oh why is my cat dead?
Why didn't that truck hit me instead?

I had a hampster named Fluffy. He died! He died!


Bart's play
Kippers for breakfast, Aunt Helga? Is it St. Swithin's Day already?'
`'Tis,' replied Aunt Helga...