Today I came across
my own Expand-o gun.
It makes anything big —
I think this will be fun!
I aim it at my bed
until it fills the room
then slide down from the top
in my king costume.
I cut a little seat
out of a juicy pear
and then I expand it
into a royal chair.
I plan to turn a tack
into a mighty sword,
but my gun won’t stop —
I even yank the cord!
It hits the toilet bowl.
I watch it grow and grow:
The handle’s in the clouds!
That’s bad! I have to go!
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