I’ve a Greek nose though I’m no Greek,
And it does complete my physique.
Not long nor sharp, it is just right--
It surely fits my face and height.
It does its job most well indeed
To fill my olfactory need.
But more than this, I’m grateful to
My nose for what it’s forced to do,
Which is to hold my glasses clear
For me to see both far and near.
window, window, on the wall
show me a fluffy bunny small
show me an oak tree standing tall
show me children outside playing ball
window, window, show me true
the grass a lovely green, sky so blue
neighbors jogging in teams of two
you give me some great juejue
If you made me lasso an animal in coal,
a rooster or a chicken would be my goal
a cat is too sneaky, a cow is too big
and I am terrified of a squealing pig
I made some chocolate cake
It's covered in yummy frosting
It took a lot of time to bake
Baking the cake was exhausting
It was for Molly's birthday
Very very chocolatey
A very special day in May
Too bad all the cake was for Molly.
The very small flowers
Just love to move in the wind
very small dianthus
I trust Molly,
despite he's a doll.
he's kinda dumb.
But my secrets that I tell him he tells no one.
I trust Molly.
He doesn't hate,
Does he love?
We've had no problems from the day we became friends.
I trust Molly.
He doesn't envy.
We never compete.
He's always silent and that's an expression that he's happy for me.
I trust Molly.
Despite he's a doll,
Unlike human beings.
In no one I trust, but Molly.
Blossom Monyei.
If I were a container
I would not be a bag or a basket
I would want four corners and a bit of substance
I would be a gift box
placed under a Christmas tree
covered in foiled paper
with a gorgeous red bow
the prettiest box under here
ants prancing
buffalo dancing
cheetahs eating
ducks defeating
elephants shaking
frogs quaking
giraffes spying
hyenas high-fiving
iguanas slithering
jaguars quivering
kangaroos jumping
llamas lumping
monkeys screeching
newts over-reaching
octopus laying
platypus playing
quails running
rodents sunning
salamanders sneaking
tigers freaking
unicorns dreaming
vultures screaming
walrus waxing
x-ray tetras faxing
duck marched by wearing a hat on his head
he was fluffy, as if he had been overfed
he stumbled into a pillow and slid down a hill
I grabbed his rain hat and have it still
If he returns, he can have it of course
a rain hat looks silly on an aged old horse
But I am hoping to once again see that duck
Because I heard that rubbing their head brings you good luck
It’s All Hallows eve,
But no need to grieve -
It might honour the dead...
But be scary instead.
A vampire or ghoul,
Or a zombie with drool,
Will be scary for sure
If you knock on a door.
Though to go as a ghost,
Eating fingers on toast
Might cause a faint heart
To become one more corpse.
we are being watched
by our observant oven
she keeps us honest
when we mix batter
too bad she cant set herself
three hundred fifty
the frisky house was tired of being abandoned and ignored
Once upon a time, this house had been respected and adored
She decided to go looking for a home, for people, for a happy life
Tired of being full of anguish, heartache and strife
How will you do it? Asked the ramshackle house next door
I am not sure, but I am tired of being bullied, an eyesore
Maybe I will grow legs, wear a tutu and merely dance away
And guess what people? She did exactly that the very next day!
I look so harmless and unassuming, I am Peter’s aunt of course
He was a sickly child, but now he is on Marvel’s watchlist in full force.
Part of me thinks he might possibly be Spiderman, but I could be wrong.
There is so much energy in Stan Lee’s magic comic book series, long.
There are many comic book versions of who I really am.
My identity was not kept secret by the readers, and I was a gem.
History galore followed my antics; I was portrayed as everyone’s aunt.
To think of my nephew Peter Parker as Spiderman? I simply can’t!
To be engaged or married to me is almost sure to result in death you see.
I have had many husbands, fires, floods, and villains burgle me.
All of this angst and anguish was created by the wizard, old Stan Lee.
I was finally wounded and killed by the Green Goblin, on mainstream TV.
Her name was Clarice; she was my best friend at summer camp
This was a Bible camp, so there was a lot of praying and singing
We thought some of the other girls were hilarious
At twelve they were wearing lipstick and talking about boys
Clarice was redheaded, with a zillion freckles
I always thought I had a lot of them until I met her
We resolved to be besties forever
I think we sent three letters back and forth after camp
But for one week we were such great friends
Competitors too, trying to memorize the most Bible verses
I still remember how our eyes would catch and we would laugh
For no reason at all, and for every reason
Clarice and I sat at the bonfire the night before we went home
Whispering silly things to each other, laughing at the others
Because they wanted to be grown-ups
Even then, we knew we still wanted to be children
Where ever I shall visit, My shadow will follow and commit.
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