Mrs Briggs' cat.
There's plenty to do in our neighborhood,
with games and places to explore.
But you really should run,
'cause the trouble's begun,
when you hear that "meow" at your door.
A cute little tabby cat sits on the step,
all fluffy and gentle as can be.
Just try not to be dim,
as you pet it, on a whim,
It'll eat you alive for its tea!
"Tiddles" belongs to old Mrs Briggs,
who lives up the end of my street.
She thinks it's a breeze,
but there're no guarantees,
that this pussy will ever be sweet.
Our local vicar thinks the damn thing's possessed,
and I'd say that he's right on the nail.
Surprised I would be,
If I wasn't to see,
Satan's head poking out of its tail!
So if you see that tabby cat coming your way,
I beg you, don't stand there and wait,
Don't stroke it, don't pet it,
look, sunshine, FORGET IT,
Or that moggy will seal your fate!
Silly Billy went along to the zoo
Right after he had the flu
That day the whole sky was blue
And he carried along his teddy Pooh
Silly Billy love walking to the park every day
He love watching the clouds in the sky,
Silly Billy was just a regular kid too
And he had a lot of friends at school like you.
Silly Billy best friends were Sue and his Pooh,
So when his parents took him to the zoo,
He was so happy to bring along his Pooh,
And show him all the places to see.
Silly Billy wanted to see everything in the zoo,
Starting with: the bears, the tigers, and all the monkeys too.
Silly Billy asked his dad to let him feed all the animals you see,
But his dad told him, he couldn't do that, 'cause that was a wrong thing to do.
Silly Billy loved all the animals in the zoo
He was so happy to have spent there the day
He had so much fun enjoying all the view
His father promised him to bring back another day.
Silly Billy went back home content with his Pooh,
He gave a big hug to his mom and his dad that day;
The day was still beautiful but was almost through
Silly Billy smiled and looked up at the sky still blue.
Silly Billy went along to the zoo
Right after he had the flu
Silly Billy went along to the zoo
With his family and his teddy Pooh.
Dorian Petersen Potter
October, 5, 2014
The tarantula built
a web in the upper-left corner of my patio;
she weaved it perfectly as Antonio
rose on his wobbling feet to reach it.
That boy didn't know that
spiders get vicious and suddenly bite
when someone tries to grab them for spite,
and Antonio tried to pull it down with a tiny twig...
no, it didn't work, so he tried again with a long stick;
oh, once a garden spider got stuck into his mom's wig!
" Antonio, put it down,
before it crawls onto your skin! "
The spider will bite you on the cheek
and you'll be doing the Tarantula Dance! "
I yelled by taking the stick away from him with extreme force.
" No, I like that spider...that's the one I want to keep! "
He rebelled with a grin, transforming himself into a beast.
" OK, you can keep it, but remember spiders creep! "
I warned him and told him to wear a mask and just peak.
The tarantula built a web where rain or storms
never soaked it, and scorching sun rays
never melted it...how laborious she was in summer's long days!
We watched it going to and fro searching for food for her little one
as we took daily videos and had fun watching them!
After all, I realized that a spider is not dangerous...if left alone;
and Antonio kept his distance by warning other boys
that trying to catch a tarantula is a very dangerous game!
Greu has turned the color of my plarn
So I’ll just knit a legock for my child.
While getting up I trip upon my hornicorn
It makes me ridast through my small famoom.
My son comes in and loosh at my folly,
He’s sure his mom has gone a bit crazoo.
Then glares at me delivering his snark,
By asking which of us is the matune.
Greu, plarn and snark from list
Crazoo: crazy- cuckoo
Other: Hornicorn: horse-unicorn
The Pancakes are ready to eat
My Granddaughter's help was so neat
The eggs she did crack
The smiles did not lack
As eggshells were part of the treat
© 2013 Rick Zablocki
My 4 year old granddaughter helped me make breakfast this am, pancakes from scratch. Lots of fun.
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Just like you!
Rubber duckie you're the one
You're the reason I'm the one
You're the one for me
I do not know?
My child has no toys
They were all made in China
And broke in one day
My child is in therapy
All his life
And has been divorced twice
Ó February 5, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Don’t worry now child
There's no god, so worship space
You are not alone.
My mom calls me Lion
Because I’m the king of my domain.
She also calls me Tiger
Cause I’m horrible to tame!
My father calls me Monkey
When I jump up on the bed.
He thinks I’ll trip and fall,
And then I’ll bump my head.
My sister calls me Fruit Fly,
Cause I like to steal her food.
I also like to buzz by
And annoy her like one too!
My brother calls me Cheetah
Cause I always beat him when we race.
He also says it’s cause I have freckles on my face.
I even think my dog thinks I’m something too
Because he always barks at me when I come into the room.
When Grandma takes me to the park!
By Kim Mosteiro
I love when my grandma comes and picks me up to go to the park. We ride in
grandmas car to the park; and grandma sometimes stops on the way and we get ice
I like sliding down the slide; grandma waits at the bottom and catches me, or
sometimes she will slide down with me. One day I was swinging, and grandma
pushed me way high, I flew as high as the birds do, it was so much fun!
Grandma taught me how to climb a tree, just like she did when she was little, and
climbed her grandma's tree, to pick apricots for her Grandma's pies! Grandma
pushes me real fast on the merry-go-round; I go round and round and round and it
makes my head dizzy, and then I spin around just like the merry-go-round.
One day we saw a butterfly, it was blue and brown; I chased it and tried to catch
it but it got away. Grandma told me that every time I saw a butterfly, it would
mean that she was thinking about me; and she gave me a kiss and said that's what
it would feel like if a butterfly landed on my nose and kissed me!
But there was one day when Grandma took me to the park and I saw a snake, it
was scary when he shook his tail and it rattled. Grandma said I am to never go
near one and try to pick it up because it can hurt me, it's not like a butterfly. A
snake will bite you and make you sick Grandma says, so I will only chase butterfly's
I can't wait to go to the park again and see what new adventure Grandma and I
will go on.
“Dedicated to my Grandchildren: ADAM, ROSIE, SERENA
Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?
Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”
Zooming at the very end
Yelling around I find my way
Xtremely touchy and tearful
Why does it always have to be
ABCD and not WXYZ!
"Oodles of Joy"
In the morning of everyday i
I make a food that's really
Crunch'em, rip'em, and pour'em out
As saliva pools form in my
Put it in the mic for just about
Impatiently watching those
beautiful noodles waiting for
When the time Is up
I Pop it open and take them out
And start shoving "Oodle's of
Noodles" into my mouth.
Wouldn't it be wonderful to wake up one morning
To find you were still a child
So much energy jumping up and down upon your bed
So many wonders and thoughts swirling through your bed
Just fun and play with your dolls or swinging in the trees
Getting a dose of the measles having a poorly on your knee
looking at a catalogue at all the toys
Building a den and playing cowboys and Indians
With the other girls and boys
Dressing up in mummies clothes
catching frogs and picking your nose
Rolling down grassy hills and knowls
Going for summer walks with a bottle of lemonade
Pretending you are a solider standing on parade
Watching cartoons all day on TV
Having a pet to love and feed
Giving your teddy bear a hug
Collecting crawly things like slugs and bugs
Having a big bag of sweets giving a high five to every child that you meet
Having an imaginary friend called Fred
Bed time stories in your Jim Jams in bed
Pretending to be a pirate out at sea
Seeing strange faces in every tree
Licking the cake bowl after mummy makes a cake
Riding on your bicycle or on your roller skates
Reading books under the covers with a torch at night
Playing football flying a kite
Dreaming of becoming an astronaut a fireman and scientist too
having a great day out at the zoo
Playing children's games calling out rude names
Playing in the wood getting up to no good
Getting head Lice in your hair
Sitting in a high chair
Dancing like a loony at a party
Hating girls yuk! with their ribbons and their curls
Doctor Who Winnie the poo Sponge Bob
Larry the Lamb and Batman
and now I'm Superman!
Train set that gives your Farther who bough it for you so much joy
Pink for a girl and blue for a boy
playing on the swings and slide
Bucket and spade making sand castles at the seaside
Everyone saying 'awe aren't you sweet'
Coco pops egg and toast soldiers to eat
Balloons floating high into the sky
your older sister hitting you and making you cry
Sitting on your potty
pacifier in your mouth
'Mummy I've done a poo'you shout
'Good boy I'll lift you out.
sitting in your pram Being pushed everywhere by your Mam
Going on a bus singing a little song
looking out the window and sticking out your tongue
Digging in the garden eating worms and soil
Having earache Pouring in olive oil
playing with your rubber duck and battleship
while your in the bath
reading your favourite comics and having a laugh
Asking lots of questions your parents find hard to answer
'Where do babies come from?' Having your leg in plaster
playing in the school yard playing hide and seek
Being poorly every week
new shoes happy feet holding mommy's hand and skipping down the street
Watching the fish swim around your fish tank
Putting pennies in your piggy bank
Ooh how my dipper must have stank
Ice cream and jelly tots uhhm I used to scoff the lot
playing a tree in a school play
Packing a suitcase and running away
throwing pebbles in a pond all day long.
Phew I'm shattered after al that. imagine doing all that now. the mere thought
tires me out.
Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!
~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby
They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" - how mean!!~~~
Piggy asks him if
There are other people on
The island with 'em
He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear -
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??
Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!
A spider spun a silver web
in a mound of golden straw,
Then he hid himself inside the stack,
away from the wind so raw.
He yelled down to the sheep below
Who were trying to huddle close,
“It’s times like this that I wish there was
a fire for a mutton roast.
For winter had come upon the land
and his barn was deathly cold,
He wasn’t sure if he’d survive the night
if the truth of it were told.
He tried to dream a dream of hope
to get him through the night,
But he couldn’t bring himself to sleep
because of a blinding light.
A star was shinning down on them
as if the sun in mid-day glory,
The little spider had yet to learn
of the coming Christmas story.
Below was a ewe with her lamb
both snuggled up together,
Trying their best to keep warm
in the cold of the winter weather.
“I’d never trade places with you anyway,”
the mother sheep bleated out,
“Why are you so happy in your hate
to lend voice to pain and doubt?”
The light from heaven kept them awake
and staring in wide wonder,
When two weary travelers entered in
and the straw became their plunder.
The little spider became dislodged
as a nest of straw was piled,
And he could see that one of the travelers
was very great with child.
The three companions watched it all;
they’d never seen a human being born,
They were all surprised when at his birth
There came the peal of an angelic horn.
A herald’s call went out to all the land
announcing the newborn king,
And the spider and the ewe shared a laugh
to think of such a thing.
Because this baby was so very small
and his parents were so poor,
Yet there was something about this newborn child
that neither could ignore.
The spider looked down on the ewe
and said in a voice too bold,
“This baby needs to be swaddled now
to keep him from the cold.
Good ewe I can spin for him a cover
if you’ll allow me to use your fleece.”
So together they worked to swaddle the child
on this night of Holy peace.
The mother smiled at them all
as she took the blanket for her boy,
Then laid him in a manger poor
and they were overcome with joy.
The meaning of this wondrous event
was what made them all feel glad,
For they had brought the first gift to the Lord
by sharing what they had.
And the warmth, which they had provided the child,
also kept the three of them warm,
May the loving joy that they discovered
keep you this Christmas morn.
My son is getting older, and he just went back to College, the other day.
But he had enjoyed the summer, by adding a new game to his daily play.
He called it Troll Tipping as daily he targeted another, and wore him out.
By dinner, the Troll would fall asleep, as my son claimed his dessert, so devout.
But wearing out a Troll, is not such an easy thing, so many a night, a Troll got his.
What a shame! But as a resourceful college man, at devising plans he was a whiz.
He offered them a Fun Filled Tip, yes, a way to get others, to do their daily chores.
The cost to each individual Troll, was their sweet dessert, that night, nothing more.
He was doing great, as he ran thru many a Troll, but then our suspicions did unfold.
You see, this bred unrest, as a number of fights started, amongst our beloved Trolls.
Scheming isn’t sharing, so Grandpa Troll had a TALK, life changing, or so it’s told.
But Boys are boys, and desserts were to be had, so he made a new plan, quite bold.
You might say he invented Granny Tipping, yes, now it was MY dessert, on the line.
Now this would be quite simple, for at my age, I can easily, become tiredly inclined.
But the one thing he’d forgot: is how crafty age had made this old one, in her efforts.
As dinner wound down, I cued Grandpa Troll, to help deliver, those delicious desserts.
I told my son, that they were made to be his favorite, simply in honor, of his behalf.
Then I pretended to fall asleep, and he quickly took my dessert, with a joyous laugh.
Then suddenly his eyes grew big! And I awoke, looking him quite clearly, in the eye.
I lied that, I added laxatives and terrible cod liver oil, to my dessert nightly, yes, so sly.
Making them easier to swallow, but if he wanted more dessert, he only had to ASK.
He quickly sped away, to wash that terrible taste, out of his mouth, a daunting task!
And we all had our chance to laugh at him… as the joke was finally on him, at last.
I call this, Bad Behavior Tipping, and from that day to this, he asks for more, at last!
The game seemed to lose its luster that day, yes, manners did a BIG, comeback.
The moral is to politely ask… Playing clever little games… is NEVER for the best!
We had taken our boys out to a theme park one day
They could run around wild and burn some energy away
On the return trip from the gift shop they did ask to buy
A plastic sword, a shied and a pair of toy handcuffs, I didn’t ask why.
Two days later they asked if their friend could come to play
“Of course not a problem” is what I did tell them that day.
Within few minute they came to find me, they were crying
Their friend was in the handcuffs, they can’t release him although trying.
Each turn of the key to unlock the offending restraints
Instead of unlocking them it tightened them, to his little complaints
I put all three boys in the car and drove to the local fire station
To find it was a part -time one, it was a deserted location.
A cleaner I spied working hard, so I did ask help from him
"Go to the police station" he said, giving me a wink and a grin.
A bit strange I thought but only for a little while
I had to free this child, so I said “goodbye” with a smile.
This young boy now with tears in his eyes
Looking so lost and afraid, which is no surprise
Into the Police station I walked feeling really bold
"Can you please free this child? You have cutters I am told."
A big burly officer looked, and then he walked up to me
Took one look at the child and said sarcastically
“We will fetch a female officer to sit with the boys
“While you come with me, and explain a child, in sex toys…”
“What on earth are you babbling about my good man?
Just unlock and free that child as fast as you can”
“I’m sorry madam” said he “but there’s questions to ask”
“Why did you lock a child in handcuffs? What was to be your task?”
“My good man what are you suggesting, that I locked him in?”
“Don’t be absurd are you stupid?” He just gave me a grin
Another officer entered with three pairs of bolt cutters so big
The poor child nearly fainted, he had little arms like a twig.
I asked them not to scare him, he was only a boy
They told me they still needed to know about the sex toy
On freeing the child they took the three boys away
They asked them who had locked him up, and was it in play.
My then ten year old son admitted he had done the deed
He didn’t think it was wrong, he thought he could be freed.
Finally satisfied enough, they let me leave with the boys
With a tap on the shoulder the policeman urged me to buy
‘padded sex toys.’
© ~GG~ 5/12/2012
An oh so true story lol
My granddaughter's name is Mahala
She plays with lots of great stamina
We run here and there
We play everywhere
Pretending to be a tarantula
© 2013 Rick Zablocki
The homemade kitchen table sat
In the center of a small
Cozy warm room, dominated
By her, and her firm all
Cooking meals and preserving food
On the wood burning stove
She could do it all so I'm told
The stove held treasure trove
When she was teen, she learned to care
For the very young child
An older sister died leaving
In their care four compiled
She used her knowledge rearing own
A trick held up her sleeve
To prevent sibling rivilary
Her wiles did tightly weave
She would let one child cut last piece
Of pie, other first choose
Each child would equally divide
One child right did abuse
This little boy cut one piece big
Way bigger than other
He saw he made a grave mistake
Grabbed piece ran from mother
He tripped and fell flat sprawling
Dropped his big piece of pie
And his sister sat relishing
Each bite while he did sigh
The moral of this story is
Do right my friend at soup
Don't take too big piece of pie
The results could be dupe
Just writing for fun and telling a family story
On Halloween I always get a rock everywhere I go.
I decided to retaliate by throwing their rocks through their windows.
I never even get one piece of candy, that really blows.
I'm so ignorant that I cut my costume full of holes.
I look absolutely ridiculous and dorky in this stinking sheet, I don't even look like a ghost.
I'm paying people back for their unkindness, especially Lucy because she deserves it the most.
Last week Lucy told me to kick the football but I kicked her in the head.
She told her father and he started choking me, I thought I was dead.
When he got through strangling me, I dropped two Cherry Bombs down his pants.
I blew off his privates and now when he wants to give his wife some loving, he can't.
When people used to do mean things to me, they would laugh.
But now they treat me with respect to avoid my terrible wrath.
(This poem is a parody of the Peanuts Comic Strip.)
Play with me Papa
Dance like a princess Papa
Time to have tea Papa
Let's go to the park Papa
Wake up it's not bedtime Papa
I had a dolly
His name was Bearry
He was so lazy
He ate so many
His cheek was chubby
I called him fatty
I loved my cute Bearry
Still with the Bearry
He cool already
In blue he's steady
He was so fancy
He wore on classy
He likes to boogie
He is my cool Bearry
This is a song of "There Was a Pig"
Inspired by my student who always brings her blue teddy bear wherever she goes, and always tells stories as if it was alive. At that time she hummed the piggy song and I've got inspired to change the lyric become "My Blue Bearry Song" it's because the teddy bear named Bearry and its blue in colour.
Monday's child eats beans,
Tuesday's child is full of Greens,
Green's payments of spinach.
~The Rise of the ZUMBIES~
The Zombies are finished we squished them away
They won’t be back eating brains on any other day
Sucking the life out of all that they meet
The undead are dying and now admit defeat.
Not rising from the ground; the undead are now gone
There is though a new group that we have to take on.
Just as dangerous in a new way, to suck you in they pray
Insidious and strong so watch over you shoulder each day.
Hips wiggling, thigh strengthening, they have burst onto the scene
The child of the Zombie is here and crying out as a newborn will be seen.
A wiggle of the hips, the child rises from the fate of the Zombie
Be not afraid and don’t throw a thrombi.
The child of the Zombie is now called Zumba
The reanimated dead are with here but with new agile lumbar’s
Hips that wiggle, bits that jiggle and dance their way fit
Thighs so strong, legs seem long; it makes you want to go try it.
From Meringue to Salsa to Mambo and Cumba
This new threat is rising and it’s called the Zumba
Those that could not move of lift their feet in dance
They are rising from their chairs they are given a new chance
Flamenco is hot, bingo wings are not, and new strength is given to the knees
This new craze abounds, the Zumba is here so watch out for the new found Zumbies.
They will try to entice you with their wiles, they want you to dance your way fit
Be careful it’s a ploy, a new undead toy, and you may be the next they will pick.
"But, couldn’t we all just be right? "Ma asks hiding her blind eyes. At the end of the Looping the elephant tail; she sits with another blind with a man who says,
"I say it's rotten luck all of us being blind! VERY stress inducing!" said the man
Now hugging a leg. "It's a tree trunk!"" This entity is a snake!" Ma screams. The man done squeezing the trunk yells, "It's a rope!" "No sir" says the blind child atop, I
Say it's an elephant!""Shoosh!Don’t holler at you’re elders." the men say " Mind Ma!"
Debbie Guzzi/ Nickname/Head Mistress
Alternate Title /Ruminations on an Elephant God
Past incarnation below
Could It Be?
“Couldn’t we all just be right?”
At the hind end of the elephant holding its tail; the first blind man said.
“Rotten luck all of us being blind!” said the blind, seated man hugging a leg.
“Perhaps, this entity is a snake.” Said the skinny blind man squeezing the trunk.
“Every one knows there is only ONE!” screamed the blind child astride.
“Don’t holler at you’re elders.” The turbaned tail wiggler shouted.
“Everyone I know thinks there’s MANY”. Said the blind woman rubbing toenails.
“Unlikely, very unlikely,” they bickered. “It’s a Snake.” “It’s a Tree”. “It’s a rope!”
“Maybe we should ask IT.” Said the child, and she laughed till she fell off.
JACK PAINTED A PICTURE
OF A PURPLE WATERING PAIL
ON A PLAIN PAINTER’S PANEL
AND PLACED IT ON TOP OF A HILL
AND PUT MY POEM OF A PLANT DEEP INTO IT
I CALLED IT A COLLAGE CORSAGE
OR WAS IT A MIRAGE MONTAGE
JILL WATERED THE WORK ON THE HILL
AND IT GREW UP OFF THE PANEL LIKE A PAPER BEAN STALK
INTO A LOVE SONNET TO JILL
I CALLED IT A COLLABORATION
I CALLED IT MIXED MEDIA
I CALLED IT HIGH ART
THE FAME WENT TO THEIR HEADS
JACK TOOK THE FALL HARD
AND JILL JUST TUMBLED DOWN
SLOWLY AFTER HIM AND WROTE A BOOK
WHO'S IN CHARGE?
has crossed the line
Do not cave!
You are THE mama!
They don't behave?
Just more whine
Just be resigned
to drive them home to bed/ pajamas!
Be inclined to have the wine
For Suzette Crous Contest: Grooks For All Occasions (annoying sounds)
"The Sky is Calamotastrophing!"
Screamed little Jenny Lou!
And everyone panicked, running this way and that!
I just didn't know what to do!
Amidst all the commotion,
I quite calmy asked,
"What does calamotastrophing mean?"
But Jenny didn't reply back.
The sky was calamotastrophing
right on her head!
Boy I bet she wished that today
she never got out of bed!
There were huge chunks of white stuff
thumping on the ground!
I could even see a glimpse
of a spark come out of a cloud!
The sky thought it'd be funny too
if it dumped water on us as well!
And so we were drenched with water!
Jenny wasn't happy! I could tell!
"Why are you doing this?"
I yelled to the sky.
It answered back with a freezing glob of powder.
But soon, the sky stopped
calamotastrophing for good!
"I'm glad that's over!" I said aloud.
At least the word calamotastrophing I finally understood!
What makes you happy?
Is it the stars at night?
The sound of the chirping birds?
Or is it because you received a blessing?
Are you happy because your chicken already laid its first egg?
Or because you've been enrolled to a school?
Is it because you've been rewarded a new pair of slippers?
Or because you got what you wanted from the mall?
Are you happy because your mom allowed you to have an ice cream?
Or maybe because your dad brought you to Disneyland?
Is it because life taught you a new game today?
Or because you enjoy some game on your iPod?
Are you happy because you've perfected the taste of your coffee?
Is that grin because of a bet you've won?
So why? Tell me
Is it the fact that there's still fresh air that you're breathing?
Is it because you just finished a novel?
Or because you've composed a song yourself?
Are you glad that you've designed a perfect house for you?
Or because you gave yourself a car?
Are you smiling because of your high grades?
Is it because you made a new friend today?
Do you feel great for having an awesome pet?
Or is it because your family loves you so?
Why are your dimples showing off?
Is it because you feel God's presence?
Or is it because you can now smell justice ahead of you?
Is that what makes you happy?
So what exactly makes you happy?
Who created that rainbow in your eyes?
Are you happy because you feel it?
Or are you just happy because you say so?
On a Sunday night, despite my
Lack of sleep
I need sleep for school tomo
I'm a crazy boy, I know!
Watchin' DODGER games
And Lakers Games
With my brother and sister on red couch
T.V. night tonight!
Watchin' screen eagerly
Watchin' scary movie
Watchin' my bro's tennis match
Like Spongebob and....
Never mind that!
No one needs tah no dat!
My glass is made of plastic,
My chilli's rather hot,
So why do people name things
After things they're clearly not?
This haiku has been deleted due to possible publication.
Hello Coach Bob,
I just thought I'd write
A note to tell why
I missed practice last night.
I could say I was sick,
Which was kind-of-sort-of true
But you would not believe that
Sort of thing, would you?
I could say I was busy
With homework and chores, too,
But that is not an excuse
That's strong enough to do.
I could concoct a story,
Unbelievable, but true!
About robbers and car crashes,
But that would not fool you.
I don't know...what's the use?
Could I just say I'm without excuse?
Wait...there was no practice yesterday.
Guess I don't need to write this anyway.
Mothers seem to get all the press
Dads seem to be forgotten
I know some of them are not much good
But I still think that’s a bit rotten.
Mothers can be bad as well
It won’t come as a surprise,
But remember if it wasn’t for your dad,
You wouldn’t be here to criticise.
Dads are good and they work hard
The money to bring in
Some bring up the children nowadays
As mums go to work and pitch in.
My dad is gone a long time now
I still miss his advice on living
He was a pain sometimes as well
But I can still forgive him.
He would love the new technology
The mobile phones and laptops
His Sinclair computer was magical then
He’s never heard of I pods.
Children rule the world today
And I really don’t think that’s good.
Look at all the mess they make
And I really don’t think they should.
A child today cannot be wrong
“Its parents faults” it’s that old song.
“It’s the way you bought them up
You shouldn’t be in that neighbourhood.”
But the child that rules this country place,
Could do with a good slap in the face.
His name gives clue it's Cameron
Because it rhymes with A moron.
Dads are great, and equal, they just don’t wear the dress
Let’s give all the dad’s out there, a much better press.
Dads should have equality in these new modern times
But we girls know what dads really want
We can read between the lines!!
One night a man said to his son your friend is really sick
The child pondered this and asked can he be fixed
It isn’t as simple as that my boy
Why he’s not a doll or a simple toy
Secondly the child pondered what was the matter
Stomach swelling and cerebral contusions from a Horrible clatter
A drunk man going home one eve
Didn’t mind help or watching his speed
So he was just in the wrong place
The boy was young and chase
A bruise was all the drunk man suffered and mental grief
Now the boys friend now enjoys a painless Eternal sleep
A grown man one day entered a grave yard and promised
A point that he nearly missed
The point of is statement was that he would never let a man do this
So he set about securing himself as a prohibitionist
The young man accomplished a good many laws indeed
Until he found that a drink was all he would need
He got sick, ill rather more like a severe headache
Aspirin was out of stock and if not treated could result in a state
So he new that a drink would thin his blood to relieve pain
That was against his word, promise, and his claim!
So he did! Later found out that drink saved him
He had a blood clot in the brain would have slain him
He sought to utilize his skills to bring back alcohol use
Though not to over exceed or abuse
He won his endeavor with prohibition and drank responsibly
Taking away keys and driving licenses to the weak and wobbly
Though that man thinks of his friend he can’t take back his factions
Every night asks forgiveness for this transaction
On the FUTURE
About half way through this next poem I had a slight break with reality and decided to go straight for the humor! Hope you enjoy it.
When she was a child of dreams
She knew for certain stars could fly
And high above the billowed clouds
Is where she knew the angels lie
When she was a child of light
She saw the world in different views
In colors filled with golden dawns
And everything she saw was new
When she was a child of life
She put behind her childhood dreams
Everything went to hell
She lost her job
Was arrested for public lewdness
And ended up in debtors prison
Spent 16 months on skid row
And three years later elected president
My words are like legos,
scattered all over the floor.
All colorful shapes and sizes
different combinations to explore.
I’m like a poor lego man,
With his head on backwards.
I remove my head and search it,
In desperation when I lack words.
Because my words are like legos
and sometimes they’re hard to find.
Missing pieces in the dark,
the little crevices of my mind.
My words are like messy legos,
like a castle that’s been broken.
Being rebuilt piece by piece,
With every word that’s spoken.
So I’ll gather all my legos,
and I’ll build a castle too!
I’ll use all my beautiful legos,
I would build it just for you.
But you came and stole my lego's,
You swooped them off the ground.
I tried to tell you my secret,
But I couldn’t make a sound.
Why did you take my legos?
That wasn’t part of the deal.
Please just give them back,
So I can tell you how I feel.
Nice - I'm a nerd
Emptiness fills my cranium
Rain springs out of my eyes - blurs my glasses
((just give me a second)) I'm sneaky and smart! IN YOUR FACE xDD
I do not know?
To Be a Child Again by Kenny Davis
I see the children of today
Their smiles take me away
To my times as a child
And the games that I would play
To be a child again
Means to be taken to an imaginary place
Where a box could be a house or race car
Or a ship in outer space
To be a child again
Means Mother is God in my eyes
My father is like my hero
Like Superman in the skies
To be a child again
There are many times, I would smile from ear to ear
I would jump into my parent’s loving arms
With nothing left to fear
To be a child again
Full of bedtime stories and fairy tales
Whether it was Jack and the Beanstalk
Or Jack and Jill with their water pails
To be a child again
My life filled with Mother Goose
The tails of Humpty Dumpty
And Green Eggs and Ham from Dr. Seuss
Now that I have grown
I recall my times as a child
So young, so innocent
So reckless and wild
To be a child again
My parents would wipe away every tear
It is all of those tender moments as a child
That I will always hold dear
© June 2009 k.davis
Candy is good
Candy is sweet
Candy is my favorite treat!
I eat it all day!
There's no such thing as tooth decay!
I'll eat them until my teeth rots
But they never will I've still got all mine
Brushing is a waste of time.
I wish all the candy on the world was mine
I'd eat it to I get old and died
If I ever ran out of candy I'd cry
OH MY what is that pain!? Could it be a cavity???
The dentist tells me it must be pulled.
Oooooh I screamed like never before and now I know what brushing is for.
I do not know?
The awakening of the dawn like a butterfly busting through the cocoon.
The rhino's thyroid condition was exacerbated as the cheetah conflict
As I drank in and tasted the coolness of the water,
my eyes gazed upon the crocodile's welcoming smile,
the caption was split apart by the hyena's maniacal laughter,
As I breathed in the heinous adventure,
man what I would do for a cliff bar!
Billy Roberts from Germantown Pennsylvania, you are the planner of my trips
I'm immersed in the baboon conflict much,
Cheetah's are too anxious and scared'
those crazy colored monkeys,
Always be constantly straight trippin,
I suppose its time to go snatch up a snow cone,
At least then i'll be heated up,
Suppose I'll meander down yonder over in the holler,
the Zoo will be closing soon,
Why is this peacock making a bead-line for me?
Get hence from me you beastly bird!
You Great White, who's sensed the blood in the water,
the kids are all laughing at me,
As I hang clumsily from this tree,
Screaming shrill and hoarsely for someone to come and save me,
I enmesh myself and become one with the tree,
Ya that's right devil-bird! walk away!
that's why they call me lizard lips,
I can hide from anything,
Wednesday will be my greatest day,
because it begins in W and ends in Y,
As I take in a deep relaxed breath and pinch my leg until my eyes begin to
The Bronx Zoo is no bueno,
Asta la Vista you toothy baboons
Sanity, as well as
There are some that are gross, slimy, and grimy and smelly too but that could be
helped with tooth paste who knew? Obviously not you. Just to minutes day and
night and that smile will be white and bright!
I'm Eric Cartman and I'm an evil little bitch.
My mom is poor, she certainly isn't rich.
She posed nude in a magazine because she's a Crack Whore.
She couldn't afford to buy me an IPad and that made me sore.
After I lied on DR. Phil, Apple was about to give me a Human CentiPad.
But they got an order to disassemble it and that really made me mad.
I started cursing God and he struck me with lightning.
I won't ever mess with him again, he's too frightening.
Many people hate my guts because I'm a racist punk.
When I offended a girl classmate, my ship was sunk.
She beat me up because she's a tough little Lass.
I tried to fight back but she kicked my sorry ass.
I certainly don't have a heart of gold, I'm a terrible lad.
People wonder how a nine year old boy can be so bad.
If you do something bad, I'll rat you out because I'm also a snitch.
I will not change my ways, I'll continue to be an evil little bitch.
(This poem is based on the South Park cartoon.)
I do not know?
The most appalling thing to see
According to the likes of me
Is when abroad upon the street
A child that screams and stamps its feet
And parents who then try to quell
The ravings of the child from Hell
They attempt, in their entreaty
To appease, with toy and sweety, or
Promises of things to come
A brand new bike from dad and mum
So, parents do not plead or beg
Just slap the buggers round the leg
© John W Fenn 27-07-2009
I can’t fly a jet plane or bulldog a steer
But I can cuddle a child and calm his fear
I have never flown to Paris in the Spring
But I have proudly worn his wedding ring
Never understood physics or trigonometry
But I know a lot about Texas history
Can’t say I have been around a NASCAR track
I have stood by my word and never looked back
I sing off key sometimes, I know
Singing praises to Him that I love so
I am just a woman...
Not a beauty queen
Riding in a white limousine
A woman who is middle aged
Who lives alone and is not afraid
One who has taught school over twenty years
Lived my life with much laughter and tears
Borne a child and lost another
Been little sister to my sis and brothers
Believes in God and trusts in Him
Doesn’t worry about being slim and trim
One you can always count on being around
To cheer you up when you're feeling down
Willing to share your heavy load
Walk that extra mile down the road
I am just a woman...
So if I never see the Taj Mahal
In this life, I have had a ball
I’ll never have any extra money
But I have a man who calls me honey
Never visit the Pope in Rome
But I have a wonderful place to call home
Won’t be asked to confer with the president
But in America, I am a happy resident
I will never have fortune or fame
But I can still be proud of my name
Bobo and Coco were playing in the park
but had to hurry home before it got dark
deciding to take a shortcut through the cemetery
when they ran into a man called Harry
he stopped them both "dead" in their tracks
with his evil stare and constant lip smacks
well my young strapping lads, said he
"what's your hurry, do you have to pee"?
at the same time they both said "no sir"
"we're in a hurry to go eat supper"
you boys must be twins, the man said
"everything's the same down to the pointy head"
The boys nervously nodded to affirm
his questions causing both to squirm
Children, oh children, are you afraid of me
I taint' afraid of nuttin said Bobo quickly
while Coco lowered his head silently
causing the man to point wickedly
And what of you young man
if he can speak, surely you can
Coco said loudly, "surely I'm not afraid of thee"
fear not my father hath taught me
the man laughed with a thunderous roar
pausing shortly and then laughed some more
Well now, you tell your daddy you met Harry
tell him that Harry looked really scary
but you weren't afraid at all
looked me in the eyes and stood tall
that's how a man should always be
and tell him my last name was Houdini
Poof, he disappeared into thin air
causing the boys to hightail it out of there
but as they were leaving at a rapid pace
they saw the headstone with Harry's face.......
Houdini, Harry, 1874-1926
The alphabet but has held true
you get the paper I'll get the glue
clipping and shaving spreading everywhere
giggles and laughs seaping through fingers
the hushing back and forth
don't wake mom
don't make a mess
don't run with scissors
for all those rules we had to break
for that defines what a child is all about
a surprise for her from us
to give her a smile that will make her bust
for everyday is mother's day
when your child runs with scissors
creating something new
a perfect marriage of innocence and youth
a match made in heaven
for it is but a blessing to have children
I do not know?
A mother told me to love a child is divine,
I didn’t understand until I had mine.
Divine, though she is, still there is more.
She is wonderful, beautiful and rotten to the core.
I would tell people to love a child is divine,
But I feel so much more when I look at mine.