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A Concrete Snowman

                                                    THE BLACK
                                                    SATIN HAT
                                                    SAT TIGHT
                                        ON THE YOUNG MANS BALD
                                                    HEAD. HIS 
                                                EYES BLACK AS 
                                            NIGHT STARED INTO
                                              NOTHINGNESS. IN 
                                                 FRONT OF HIM
                                                      WERE 3
                                              PATHS WHERE THE
                                           CHILDREN HAD ROLLED 
                     THREE BALLS OF SNOW MUCH EALIER THAT VERY DAY. 
                                         PATCHES OF GREEN GRASS 
                                          STUCK THROUGH PACKED
                                                FREEZING SNOW.
                                        IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS FACE
                                A CROOKED CARROT POINTED TOWARD 
                            THE HOUSE WHERE CHILDREN SAT LOOKING
                             OUT THEIR WINDOW AT THEIR NEW FOUND
                              FRIEND. HIS BUTTON MOUTH SHAPED FOR
                                HIM TO LOOK HAPPY SEEMED TO SMILE 
                                  AT THEM AS THEY STARTED TO BLOW
                                       KISSES AT THEIR WONDERFUL 
                                                  NEW SNOWMAN.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.27.2014

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THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS

Sparkling snowflakes were falling around Making a thick blanket on the ground The lights on the Christmas trees Twinkling brightly in the breeze Carol singers sang a Christmas song People around joined in the throng Their lanterns casting a golden glow Their shadows dancing in the snow Two excited children were ready for bed Having left food for the reindeer's and Santa to be fed They’d left their stocking by the tree Their eager eyes sparkled with glee Hoping the stockings would be filled with gifts and toys They put in their letter they’d been good girls and boys Tommy had asked Santa for a shiny new bike The red one in the shop was the one he would like Ella asked for a new doll and a pram that was white The thought of it made her eyes shine with delight They sleepily climbed the stairs to their room Through the curtains they saw the light of the moon Soon they both were fast asleep They slept so soundly there was not a peep In the morning they bounced out of bed Wondering if Santa and the reindeer's had been fed Bits of straw and carrot peel lay on the hall floor Their mouths dropped open in wonder and awe The living room door was slightly ajar Santa has visited on his trip from afar Their stockings bulged with gifts and toys Santa had kept his promise to these good girls and boys 11~23~14 Contest: Children’s Christmas or Holiday Contest Sponsor Carol Eastman ~awarded 1st place~

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The Tale of Billy Bob Bunny

When Billy Bob Bunny turned one, his mama said, “Listen up, son. I’m sure you could get away from a net, but beware the guy bearing a gun! If a gun-toting farmer you see, you must hip hop away instantly. If he has good aim, you might end up lame or worse yet, rabbit stew you will be. So do please, Billy Bob, take good care that you don’t end up being the hare that loses his life so Farmer Jack’s wife has a soft rabbit stole she can wear!” But it wasn’t Billy Bob’s habit to listen to his Mama Rabbit. Without using good sense, he hopped over the fence, saw a carrot and started to grab it. Farmer Jack spied that rascal. Oh, my! From a gun, bullets started to fly. When a shot nicked his ear, Billy fell down from fear. Then he heard a small sound like a cry. “Please don’t shoot at the bunny again,” cried the farmer’s sweet daughter, and then Billy could feel her stroking his soft fur, and at night he was placed in a pen. Mama came to the pen and she said, “You are trapped. I’m just glad you’re not dead.” Though no freedom he had, Billy Bob was not sad. “I’m a loved pet,” he said, “and well fed!” The moral of this story is: You can tolerate any condition as long as you are loved and well fed!

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Whatever, Whatever, Whatever



Whatever turns your crank Whatever tickles your pickle Whatever dunks your donut Whatever waxes your dolphin Whatever buffs your Buddha Whatever pops your cork Whatever pets your monkey Whatever frosts your cookies Whatever spills your pills Whatever trips your trigger Whatever humps your camel Whatever melts your chocolate Whatever peels your onion Whatever chafes your carrot Whatever flops your mop Whatever rocks your socks Whatever teeters your totter Whatever milks your goat Whatever pings your pong Whatever peels your banana Whatever blows your nozzle Whatever tips your canoe Whatever flicks your switch Whatever zips your zipper Whatever blows your stack Whatever... whatever... whatever! © Jack Ellison 2014

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A Christmas Snow

Snowy splendor of white fluffy freshly fallen snow blanketing everything that 
Gets in its way, sparkling like glitter from the illumination descending light
Of the stars, moon, and lights of the street lamp.

Snowman all a glitter in the front yard, with its black top hat, a scarf around its neck,
An orange carrot nose, greeting all visitors. 
Snow settled on the spindly tree branches glisten like arms with finger
 
The homes lit up with different colored Christmas lights on eaves for the holiday spirit, 
A candle lit in the window a beacon for those that are traveling,
A warm welcoming to friends to come in and enjoy a cup of hot chocolate, 
Wrapped in a warm quilt, enjoying Christmas stories 
And sit around the inviting fireplace.

A fresh cut blue spruce sits by the window decorated with delicate old glass 
Ornaments handed down, candy canes, toys, children’s handmade ornaments, 
an a star to light up the top of the tree, wrapped with strings of popcorn and 
cranberry garland, homemade cookies and cakes scenting the air

Carolers out in the chill of the winter night, all warm in stocking hats, wool 
Mittens, snow boots, and warm coats singing, 
Deck The Halls with boughs of holly, Fa la la la la, la la la la. 
Warming people’s hearts 

It’s the most wonderful time of the year

By Eve Roper 12/09/2014

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A soup for all seasons

Mushroom soup for breakfast,
Carrot soup for lunch,
Noodle soup for dinner,
Onion soup for brunch!

Chow mein soup the next day,
Broccoli soup – Oh Boy,
Barley soup – I’m feeling sick – 
But Poetrysoup for joy!









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So You Want To Know Me?

So sensationally super; Sagittarius son of John Spence
Pleasantly personable, and matriarch Maud Spence’s son
Enabling, exquisite, eloquent, evolving and enterprising
Naturally nice, no nonsense, and a nutritionist nobleman
Carrot consumer, constant comrade and cold-war veteran
Equitably enlightened, and just an elegant eggnog taster

Jumping Jupiter, a jubilant sundae lover, and just a jewel
Oppresso de liber, optimistically captivating; oratorical
Saintly passionate, succulent salmon sampler; sweetheart!
Exquisitely enchanting, enchantingly amatorious; éclat!
Playful, painstakingly passionate, pajama wearer, patient 
Handsomely helpful handyman, harmonizer of happiness

Sweet as syrup, shining armor off the shelf; savoir-faire!
Red-blooded poetry connoisseur and radioactively lovable!

~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~

Won Seventh Place Position
"Tell Me About You Contest"
June 16, 2010
Sponsored by Amy Green

~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~

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Old Bill

In Memory of Jimmy Dale Still, Barrel horse rider, KIA,  Song Be, Viet Nam, 1/1/70

Old Bill,
swaybacked, sand burrs in his mane.
He stands no longer hopefull by the fence up near the house,
but follows the shade around the shed,
switching flys.

Nearby the dented barrels
rust rank and file akimbo,
no longer equadistant prey 
of steed and gladiator.

Hay in a self feeder.
The last time Jimmy came to break a bale,
carrot in his pocket, bridle in hand,
they were both young,
impetuous,
fearless,
     bullet proof.

Bill's walked a trail, deep, 
along the fence to the old arena.
Quiet now; full of weeds.
A place for breaking horses.





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A Collage For Dale

Here you are, only twelve, at our kitchen table.
Such a carrot top you were! Strangers used to think
you were our red-head mother’s natural son.

And here’s that photo you took of me at college.
Though you’re not in it, how could I ever forget
it was you in front of me that snapped that shot?
For I’m laughing and so glad you came to see me!

In this one, all ten of us are in the back yard
dressed in our Sunday best - our first big reunion!
I’m nearly 30;  just look at my silly perm!
Folks still mistake me for Dori in this picture!
Look how Mom and Thea - for once - are smiling!
You’re standing behind me, in a lovely grey suit,
only 32 and almost out of law school!

Here from more recent pictures, this shows a rare time 
we  were joined, but sadly,  for Dad‘s funeral.
You‘re not in this one, Dale . . . nor in any others.
That picture in our back yard was to be the last.
My dear stepbrother, the best man I ever knew -
Taken from us so young. . .  you remain beloved.


Written 10/9/13

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Onion of Passion - A Blitz Poem for Poetry Soup

Onion of Passion (A Blitz Poem for Poetry Soup)

Start with an idea
Start with an onion

Onion on a cutting board
Onion from the crisper drawer

Drawer of firm vegetables
Drawer of future soup

Soup to feed the poet’s soul
Soup to cure the common cold

Cold days feeling uninspired
Cold nights feeling over tired

Tired of the same same same
Tired of this empty feeling

Feeling compulsive
Feeling hungry

Hungry for a poem to come
Hungry for some hearty soup

Soup flavored with Whitman’s marrow
Soup that starts with his sort of rawness

Rawness of starchy emotion
Rawness of aromatic images

Images of stiff green celery stalks
Images of bright chunked carrot snips

Snips sautéing in olive oil (dash of salt!)
Snips of memory softening

Softening and blending into metaphors
Softening with those onions now translucent

Translucent as distant dreams
Translucent as childhood kisses

Kisses snuck behind the bushes or
Kisses from great grandma

Grandma gave this life recipe
Grandma said to let things simmer

Simmer with love like chicken stock
Simmer then add the bag of herbs

Herbs are like adjectives
Herbs like just the right verbs

Verbs of action rather than being
Verbs like heat and sear and cook and flavor

Flavor the soup
Flavor for sharing

Sharing ourselves
Sharing is why

Why we cook these chunky poems
Why we cook anything

Anything at all
Anything  with passion

Passion and heart
Passion pulsing

Pulsing…
Heart…

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God's Sculpture

Winter arrives and God's sculpture is seen everywhere,
Snow as white as cotton, on the rooftops of the houses.

Trees brushed with snow along their delicate branches,
Spruce and pine trees and boughs, God's Christmas Card.

Snowman white and round with eyes and mouth made of coal,
And a carrot nose, topped with a black hat and winter scarf.

The sounds of the sculpture are silent and reverent,
Only the sounds of the wind can be heard.

Parents and children creating these snow scenes,
Sounds of laughter, enjoying God's sculptures.

Mountains of snow, tall and small,
With smooth and rugged angles.

God's winter sculpture, his portrait of excellence,
To be appreciated by humanity.

Winter weather is a friend and not a foe,
And whereever you go God's beauty reigns.


Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz


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Horace's Turtle Soup

Horace the tortoise went out to dine
He ordered his food, and the waiter poured wine

They bought in the first course, a huge bowl of soup
In the hot broth was a rabbit, swimming in loops!!

"Oh waiter! Come quickly!"..."There's a hare in my soup!!"
And soon other patrons, gathered 'round in a group

Their eyes were astonished, as that hare took a swim
Splashing the soup, and wearing a grin

"This is disgusting"!! "Oh, what a disgrace!!"
"It's that same rascal rabbit...who lost yesterday's race!!"

"He's that same trouble maker....now he's eating my food!"
"He's come for revenge, that rascal's no good!!"

"Call the authorities!! Someone, please call the cops!"
As that rascal munched a carrot....then, quickly he hopped

Right out of the soup bowl, and over the table, down to the floor
Hopped through the restaurant, and right out the door

Hippity hop, hippity hop....nibbling a lot, couldn't be stopped! 
Grinning a lot, and spouting "What's happening, Doc?" 

Hippity Hop, Hippity Hop...all the patrons were shocked
He hopped down the sidewalk! Leaving poor Horace distraught!!!






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Paradise Lost

The mighty line their pockets, 
And the workers pay the price.
Racing along in the jaws of the rat, 
As we fight for moral life.

Wrongs no longer righted,
Paying through the nose.
Suffering for a wealth of greed, 
As apprehension grows.

Domino’s standing in a row,
Just waiting for that push.
Not knowing when it’s coming, 
Left dangling on a hook.

Heads just above the water, 
Braced for more to come.
Working harder paying more, 
Subsidising on and on.

Swallowing the lies no longer, 
We're seeing what is true.
The freedom of choice is dwindling, 
There’s nothing we can do.

The safety net has long since gone, 
Leaving broken and shattered trust.
A nation with fading identity, 
Slowly grinding into dust.

What once made us who we are, 
Disappears each passing day.
As rules and regulations change, 
Human rights are stripped away. 

Feared to voice opinions, 
Lest we’re branded for our views.
Seemingly cornered, no way out, 
Hoping we make it through.

The worst around the corner, 
And so much more to come.
Take it on the chin, stiff upper lip, 
Left to bravely soldier on?

The mighty fall eventually,
A cycle that time has repeated.
The price is high for working man, 
As resources are depleted.

A lump in the throat of the future, 
And what awaits us there.
For those we chose to lead us, 
Line their pockets, is that fair?

Too blind to see, with carrot dangling, 
And now we pay the price.
In a crazy suffocating mess , 
Just another day in paradise.


©.L.Kelly

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MAGIC

There’s magic on the tungsten sea
That brings forth spittle in waves
Like giant sheets of paper uncurling
On a table.
There’s magic in the carrot sunlight
That makes pale skin warm and silky
Like a peach that softly meet’s the
Lips of a beauty.

Impossible is commonplace when mind
And world collide and magic conjures
Idle musings .

There’s magic in the breeze that carries
Distant garbled voices muffled by the 
Whooshing waves I hear in the giant
Sea shell. 
 


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poetry soup

it was the perfect start to a day sitting in the sky a wonderful display a huge morning cauliflower cloud a pureed golden creamy shroud the light sprinkles in a purple spice blends in sparingly some spanish rice throws in exceptionally diced spuds then a dash of cayenne hot to the buds finally ends with a carrot slice to the eye seemingly cut twice you know this is nature's lure freshly brewed soup du jour P.S. yummmmm! yummmmm! for an encore. brought out more. after a delicate taste. added some tomato paste. freshly baked and churned buttered bread. for what was a simple soup quite the spread. a splendid chat. tip of the hat and that's that. out, like an ali kat.

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A Snowman For You Pt 2

Continued from Pt 1


       In the living room I could hear my parrot.  I reached in the refrigerator to grab a 
carrot.  In the living room I found momma's sewing kit.  I grabbed lots of buttons for Mr. 
Snowmans outfit.
       Back outside I looked at your snowman.  "Something is missing for you."  I made a face 
and I knew.  Back inside I grabbed my Yankee's hat - it will have to do.  I walked over to 
grandpa's chair,  "A pipe for him too!"
       I returned to Mr. Snowman.  He was beginning to look cool as a fan.  My Yankee's hat 
on his head would be his only clothes.  A carrot for his nose.  It would be uncivilized if I did 
not have two buttons for his eyes.  Too bad I did not have a wig for some kind of hairstyle.  
So I added several buttons to make him smile.  He was beginning to look his best.  I placed 
the remaining buttons down his chest.  He was the perfect snowman prototype.  I finally 
added his pipe!
       I snapped lots of pictures playing in the snow;  So you would know how much fun it is 
from my personal view.  As if on cue, I pressed send.  Hoping these pic's would convince you 
to visit me for a weekend.
       You receive text messages from Jimmy Matthew, and you see several cute pic's of me 
in snowshoes.  You notice my lips are cold and blue.  Finally you see several pic's of a 
snowman for you!!!
 
 
Note: Here's Pt 2 of your snowman poem Charma:)

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I SHUDDER TO THINK

 I SHUDDER TO  THINK 

I  shudder to think about the way 
Some  vegetables are  abused every day -
With physical  and psychological  slights
In gross violation of their vegetable rights.

Handicapped vegetables  have no chance to fight back
Like eyeless potatoes  -  poor blind   mites,
And baby carrots ,  aaw!   Or peas-in-a-pod, 
Eaten before they’re even born and take a breath.
Imagine those frantic runnerbeans 
Desperately trying  to escape. 

No surprise that  peas are strained.
My over-tired mum used to say, “Oh, I’m shredded.”
So I understand how tired  shredded-cabbage must feel. 

What about the potatoes who diced with death and lost? 
Jerusalem  Artichokes   -  “chokes” is horrible!
Why not   “Jerusalem Passes Aways” ?
And  ”Squash” !  -  Please speak more politely: 
What a way to go  -  we should say   “Press Lightly”.    
 
No wonder some clean-living  veg are angry :
Parsnip  -  an  angry snip from  parson or clergy; 
Swede  resembling  a tall blond person, Stockholm based; 
With  horrid ethnic  humour ( bad taste) 
Like   sauerkraut (also bad taste)
(So-called humour about a surly  German).
Look at insults basd on vegetables for a human  -
“The IQ of a cabbage.”   What ethnicity insults !
I’m sorry for tomatoes - all this veg talk results
In them being called a  vegetable dish
It’s like calling Scots people English.
Sheer vegetable racism is the worst.  Mixed potato and carrot salad?  
Not in apartheid South Africa – their salad had to be  pallid.

Oh yes some veg are spoiled like children :
Coddled  cauliflower warmed in milk ; then	
Brazed  egg-plants (please call snobby ones aubergines)
Suntanned slowly at their leisure;
And butter (not margarine) beans  cooked with pleasure.

It’s too horrible entirely, the abuse is complete
I’ll stop being vegetarian, and start eating meat.

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SLY FOX-- Dedication SillyBilly theKidster ,1,

((( THIS POEM IS A DEDICATION
((( TO MY nemesis and pest Silly Billy theKidster
((( HE  JOINed MY CONTEST AS A JOKE
~~~~ both # 1 are for fun ~~~~
***                    CHEERS                  ***


____the Fox and the Kidster____ (slam)&(bam) 

I wrote about my inner animal on a blog.
Like a snake Silly Billy began barking like a dog.
I followed him all the way down the river bank.
Than I smothered him with the water he drank.
I put my foot on his head and enjoyed drowning him in the lake.
It was funny to see how much the kidster a$$ could take.
I than released him and I said "silly hound your no match for this fox!"
Now move along before they finds your carcass and stuff you in a box.
Don't try to KIDster your way into my ear.
I'm tired of seeing how you wet your pants when I am near.
He yips he yaps like a dirty  PARROT,
I made him cry when I called him a cracker and ate his carrot.
Silly Kidster how dare you strike me with lies.
Preying on the poetry, with your horny eyes.
Sadly this hound has no bite and no bark.
As for me I'm just a sly fox playing in this ball park.
So little William H. Poe" 
You will never know!
The donkeys rear end will be your only show.
So, don't go stealing my lines from our first low blow.
I give you an A+ today for calling me a Royal pain in the ass.
Next time you want to play give your mini slam some better class.
Lesson learned from my poetry (Fox and Kidster) tale.
I will always be a silly sly fox with a silver bushy tail.

____Sly Fox____ (couplets)

This is for Nikko's 'inner animal' blog.
Perhaps I should tell her my inner animal is a dog.

Nope! That can't be, I'm no where near obedient!
My inner lioness comes with the perfect ingredient.

When it comes to my own, I will always protect my cubs.
When it comes to a male lion, he can get his own grub.

Let me see I love the colors of the peacock.
If my inner animal was a rabbit, would you be in shock?

How about a little yellow ducky in a tub?
Oh no!  It's the sly fox holding my 'ace of club'.

___Coyote -wolf -fox___  (haiku)

~~coyote ugly~~
           ***
coyote is cold
what happen to pretty fur
my coat keeps me warm
 
~~cried wolf~~
           ***
blood all over wool
not a single wolf around 
boy yelled out big foot
 
~~SLY FOX~~
         ***
fox in rabbits hole
hunter lost with out hound dog
attack of rabies

by;p.d.
12-26-10

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CARROT CAKE

Dreaming of dessert that’s mighty fine?
Something rich, creamy, lusciously devine?
Not many desserts would I dare refuse,
but, carrot cake, aah, I will always choose.

My lips smack on that delectable treat,
my hips expand  three inches in a week.
That’s why I watch my caloric intake,
to keep my body at a desirable weight. 

But my carrot cake should I bake,
I may lie about the true intake.
All that frosting atop that cake--
temptation's too great to alleviate.

Confectioners sugar, cream cheese and butter,
add pecans; now that’s a booger!
Cake layers thinner, more icing to cover, 
stacking them high one on another.

I shred my carrots really fine,
stirring and mixing to thoroughly combine;
pour in pan, await oven's chime;
closer now to lip-smacking time!



Won 3rd place in Linda-Marie Bariana's 
       "Dreamy Desserts" Contest
       June 6, 2010



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Country Life

Fields filled with stalks of corn
A plow that is dirty and worn
Jars of milk and eggs from chickens
For breakfast cooking in your kitchen

Cows are mooing-- Roosters crowing
Planting seeds for veggie growing
Muddy pigs are such a fright
Goats eat everything in sight

Horses neighing in the barn
For a carrot to munch on
Dogs are rounding up some sheep
Hay is stacked in big tall heaps

Porch swings used most every night
To see stars shining oh so bright
Country songs are playing loud
To attract a dancing crowd

Neighbors waving and say hi
Every time that you pass by
Country life is hard and fun
Lots of work is getting done
Good times start and never end
Until the sun wakes up again

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The White Rabbit in Alice's Wonderland



The hoppity White Rabbit had once scurrylopped,
A-meeting his faerie cousin at her door he popped.

Lackity lack he found the darn door was locked,
The fence he clambalopt on carrot patch he flopped.

Oh, Blimey! delicious,
The carrots scrummylicious.

Whooshyligged the faerie had put a charm,
Would become an ickety carrot in the farm.

Dwinderling he shrigged to a dimikinned size,
Sproomed the greelings from his head wise.

Bitsy eyes they peeked squiggly to look around,
And twiggly toes went rooting into the ground.

Gingerly with stealth he tried to stir but failed,
Woebegone and gloopity his scarlet face paled.

When a wingsy thing came pecking, he found it absurd,
From his gnarled mouth atop he screeched at the bird.

An incorrigible nincompoop in his fiddlesticks red habit,
Grobbling fell into the gloop the picketty White Rabbit.

The  faerie  had  fropvelled  far  to  the  lochs,
'Till then Tweedledum and dee lurked out to mock.


``
For Debbie's contest : "Go Ask Alice"





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Life of an Atom

Day in and day out, white coated lab rats try chopping me into smaller and smaller pieces as if I was no more significant than a carrot or an onion.  Enough, already. 
 
But there’s more.  Those irrational humans throw piles of money at
Elongated underground tunnels for the sole purpose
Of smashing me into nano-somethings.
I could think of better ways to spend a Sunday.

When those “geniuses” get bored with trying to split me, 
They attach little circular imposters together with pins.
Why they revel in their intelligence by playing
With clown noses is beyond me.

To be born an atom is exhausting,
But I’ll outlast every one of
Those meddling humans.
You’ll see!

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Bugs Bunny

Ole Bugs was a rascally rabbit
a bunny with Fudd foolin' habits
each carrot he stole
and ditched in his hole
caused Elmer to scream Bugs G_d dam it!



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A Carrot Named Earl

I was really having trouble deciding on a pet
Exactly what I wanted I wasn’t sure just yet
I pondered and I pondered until I couldn’t bear it
Then it finally came to me, I’ll get a baby carrot

Now I did not expect to have just any orange sprout
It took a lot of looking to pick the right one out
By the time I picked one out, my head was in a whirl
But he was sure a cutie and I quickly named him Earl

Earl can be a character and he is quite a riot
But when I’m watching TV, he’s always very quiet
Earl won’t watch the Gourmet Chef, in fact he really hates him
It’s because one day he cooked some carrots and he ate them

Earl always keeps a tidy room and never makes a mess
He never gives me trouble and I really must confess
The few times he’s been naughty and had to have a whack
He took it well and never even thought of talking back

I recently brought home for Earl a little carrot friend 
I think it was a big mistake that bit me in the end
When I got home from work today I caught him kissing Earl
And then it finally dawned on me, my carrot is a girl

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Hello There Carrot Top

Because of a jackknifed tractor-trailer up ahead, vehicles on this highway has been stopped cold dead. The radio traffic report came on a little late. That is the reason for my ignominious fate. I had to use the highway to get to the liquor store. I ran out of beer, so I had to get some more. Therefore, I will be stuck here for quite some time. The way some people drive seems like a big crime. Wait a minute! I see a female that is sublime. She is in a little foreign job a few cars from me. This attractive redhead appears as cute as can be. Hello there carrot top! Yes, I am talking to you! Why don’t you come over here and have yourself a brew?