hedgehogs, happy birthday hats and hamsters have a holiday
having hand-held hoes has highlighted Harry’s heavy Hanover hay
hellacious heavy thunderstorms hasten the hedgehogs away
leaving birthday hats and hamsters, who happily decide to stay.
we were supposed to sing the song as a duet, Pa and me
he is a rooster, which means cocky and ornery as can be
I did my best on this song, starting out on the low C key
Pa sang it double time as if we were flying to Kentucky
I got louder, my way of getting back at this pompous he
Pa got louder, stunning radio people in WH3
My mother had seen this as she watched our eggs three
You two need a vacation she said, get on to Tennessee
Why that state? Asked Pa, who was irritated with me
Isn’t that your home state? answered my mother to he
Kentucky, he said. Let’s go, he added, nodding to me.
we came home with a basket full, egg count twenty-three.
big balloon-like bouncy Barney B. bear
Came out of the bushes from practically no where
His nose had led him straight to this buzzing bee hive
He hesitated a few minutes when he counted thirty-five
The bees are in a tizzy, he thought, who stirred them up?
Did he have his bee suit? No. It was being let out by Buttercup
Buttercup was Barney’s bubbly, bounteously beautiful wife.
Barney dove into the bees for honey, for he only had one life.
and talented rainbow fish is on the sax of course
This was pointed out by my cousin the lop-sided horse
Not that we could miss it, his tunes were melodically sound.
he was the best musician in this club underground.
Between you and me,
Distance is gravity,
A Distance makes you moon,
And me sun, Your beauty,
Is nothing but from a distance,
Life is only the a status of,
Being at distance from death,
Things are things from a
Specific distance,
Love is distance from hate.
Who made the world
By the distance, or,
By the God,
Who made the God?
By the distance!
Who made distance ?
By the God?
William Wee the whacky walrus from Waikiki
brought along a book, a banana and a ukelele
the book was about aliens, he was creeped out about them
the banana was rotten in places, we cut it down on a whim
the ukelele was great, and William Wee’s singing voice fine
He sang songs to us all day, I believe I counted twenty-nine
You cannot say he is not a party all by himself, my dad said.
William Wee was humble and shy; his ears promptly turned red
highland bull came to us on a lovely spring day
we could tell by his high kicks he was ready to play
a pink butterfly with plethora of dots futtered his way
He was not shy in giving her a “hey, hey, hey, hey!”
Wondered if he had wandered from the Meadows in Bray
Had no idea how to get him back there that day
A full schedule meant he would have to stay and play
We did give him feed, and a soft pace to lay
The pallet we made him was filled with the softest hay
Not his fault he is lost, said my cousin Lucie McKay
When we returned from work, he had meandered away
We were thrilled we had a Highland Bull for almost a day
flower faerie with the striped socks is fine
We watched her bless our garden all down the line
The tulips loved her as did the daisies and the tiger lily.
Frankly said Marigold, her socks look rather silly.
feather witch queen had a colorful headdress of feathers
she showed it off to her familiar, a black crow named Weathers
Weathers was irritated with the dyed job, it is fake he said.
She got angry and gave him a super noogie on his fat little head.
the desserts were bragging they had stolen my tooth
It was cake and ice cream, both hailed from Duluth
They were obscene, bragging with outrageous smiles
I wanted them to go away, at least a hundred miles
I knew they had taken other teeth from me too
I had lost several to cavities, and it made me blue
The desserts were boasting they had stolen from me
I wanted them to fall off the edge and end up in the sea
the aliens did not come empty handed, they brought their own camper
It had a clothes chute, a laundry room, and an empty clothes hamper
They showed me their kitchen and their tv room, which was amazing.
I turned and saw three more aliens on beds, they were just lazing
They offered me a tv dinner, and I thought what the heck
the meat tasted crunchy, like a brittle turkey neck
there was something that looked a bit like potatoes on the sink
They offered me that too, but it turned my stomach, as it was pink
We had a good time, even though I did not know their language at all
They measured my tummy, and made a note that I was not so very tall
I recognized the numbers, they were similar to those we use here.
They hugged me too hard, making my eyeballs pop and tear.
three aliens camped out in the desert in the heat of the day
Their skin which had been green, turned a tiny bit more gloomily gray
They were huddled around a campfire or was it a TV?
I tried to tiptoe past them, hoping their intentions were friendly
One of them pointed and my head began to twirl around my neck
It rotated three-hundred-and-sixty-degree circle, what the heck?
the aliens laughed; one of them handed me a tin full of beer
I did not dare reject it, because I was now trembling with fear
funny stories were told in their alien language, which I did not know.
I was relieved at two thirty-five a.m. when they finally let me go.
they had a giggle that clued me as to when I should laugh
I ran all the way home to hug my cuddly, a furry giraffe.
Saintly in nature
Idealistic in approach
Truthful to the core
Angelic in appearance
Oh,my dear Red wattled lapwing bird, Are you a naughty, nature noisy bird, When I tried to catch a butterfly, You made a did-you-do-it lullaby, No one escape from your vigilant eye , Your act is an alarm for creatures, not a lie.
the fork thought the knife and spoon were against her
A conspiracy was in the works, their mission impure
She used her ring finger and accused them of a conspiracy
The spoon pointedly ignored her and stirred up his green tea
The knife was not as wise as the spoon and argued most of the day
It seemed to give them satisfaction said the spoon named Gray.
They are used to arguing, it is their way to be romantic he thought.
He had heard his parents scraping and hissing since he was a tot.
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