Poetry Break # 8: 
                                    A Favorite Poem by Juidth Viorst
                                     
                                    Introduction: "No" may be the hardest word to say in the English language. Ask
                                    students to raise their hands if they have ever had trouble saying "no" to someone.
                                     
                                            
                                    No
                                     
                                    No. I refuse to.
                                    No. I don't choose to.
                                    No. I most certainly don't.
                                    You've made a mistake
                                    If you thought you could make
                                    Me. No
                                    no no  -  I won't.
                                     
                                    No. You could beat me.
                                    No. You could eat me
                                    Up from my head to my toes,
                                    And inside your belly, 
                                    Loudly and yelly,
                                    I'd keep saying no's.
                                     
                                    No. You could sock me,
                                    Feed me some broccoli, 
                                    Tickle me till I turned blue,
                                    But in between giggles
                                    And sniggles and wriggles
                                    I'd say no to you.
                                     
                                    No. You could tease me,
                                    Please, pretty please, me,
                                    Cry till your eyes washed away.
                                    You could beg till you're old,
                                    But I'd look at you cold.
                                    En-oh is what I'd say.
                                     
                                    No. You could shove me.
                                    No. You could love me
                                    With kisses all squishy and wet.
                                    You could scratch me with claws 
                                    But I'd say no, because
                                    ...because...because...
                                    I forget!
                                     
                                    Taken from If I Were in Charge of the World
                                    and Other Worries by Judidth Viorst. Alladin Papebacks, 1981,
                                     p. 40. ISBN: 0689707703.