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!
Copyright © Rick Eichelberg | Year Posted 2014
Kids: Funny, Poor, And Sweet
We loved the lollipops, cracker jacks, Holloway candy sticks We adorned the chocolate coated ice cream bars, and the tootsie rolls.
We simply could not get enough of the pop sickles, cool aids, and soda pops. We sang a love song saying, “Ice cream, soda water, cream on top, tell me the name of your sweet heart”. We had the best tasting cookies and cigarette candies that eyes had ever seen. We were just poor kids in America’s poorest state; but no kids were sweeter than us. We were hot as fire;we were hassled and harassed by humidity and drops of sweat but we were sweet.
Life was hard in my little Mississippi delta town; But somewhere between hard work and chores; between feeding the chickens and the cows;
between feeding the goats and the hogs; between watching TV and doing home work;
between the sun ups and the sun downs; and between the dawn and the dust;
Yes, in between, we found time to play.
Most times we were okay, didn’t go astray, and had lots of fun in the barns, playing in the hay.
We rolled rubber tires like driving fast cars; laughed out loud as we sucked whining balls.
Money was always lacking, but we did our share of licking, chewing, and sucking the sweet stuff
We bought a lot for the few pennies, nickels, and dimes that we had.
We could buy our treats cheap back then. So we did our best to stay sweet, chewing bubble gum filled with sugar.
We didn’t have a care, and learned how to share; and the sweet stuff was always there.013008
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015
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
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2014
That child is like a washing machine
when tucked within her bed,
Arms and legs flail everywhere
No chance you’ll find a head.
I expect that's hiding somewhere down
where you’d expect to find the toes
Where a noggin normally rests
Well! No one really knows.
You lay her down to go to sleep
The first move is the “wash”
Linen, gets all pushed around
erratically till its squashed.
Here’s the move I call the rinse
This one’s rather tame.
Motion, and then rotations start
But not quite yet insane.
Here’s the start of the spin cycle.
As bed begins to rumble
Thrashes mirrored by crashes
Artistic gymnastic tumbles.
Blankets, pillows, clothes
All flying through the air
One stuffed toy arcs past the light
Had to duck a teddy bear!
Of course she always sleeps
Through all this absurdity
Each morning I lament the fact
that she was tucked in carelessly.
Copyright © Mark Woods | Year Posted 2015
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!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013
“My brothers and I hide from the big brown bear
That has turned our room into his lair
He growls when we sneak close to him
And when we scream he surely does grin
He is a hairy beast we know all too well
He taught us the difference between Heaven and Hell
He is far better than any dirty old nanny
He’s nicer than a teacher, or ugly Great-granny
He makes sure we bathe and feeds us quite well
So much so that our tummies sometimes will swell”
But when our parents ask, “Is this really good?”
He answers right quickly and changes their moods
“Is there any other way to tame eight wild lads?
How do you punish them when they have gone bad?
It takes a man to box each of their petty little ears
All women can do is dry up their well-deserved tears
But fear is a good thing when children obey
And I have the power, so don’t send me away!”
“But you sacrificed our dog!” The children protest
“Cause we cleaned half our room and forgot all the rest!
He then becomes angry, and his face gets all red
But that only happens when we won’t go to bed”
The children continued, complaining all night
Of how this creature has given them fright
And their parents, being quite amazing
Decided to keep him for the rest of their days
"No Nannies, no Grannies!
I'll take Mr. Stanley
Copyright © Hannah Corey | Year Posted 2016
Soda pop and gum drops
A river full, so sweet
To be that child I once was
All that candy, I would eat
Not worry about a cavity,
the dentist or my skin
Just concerned with getting more
And filling it within
A jawbreaker, some nonpareils
Bazookas and candy dots
Sour apples and baby ruths
Oh I love it all a lot
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Just like you!
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
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.
Copyright © Rick Zablocki | Year Posted 2013
Written 7 March 2014
Bruce and Jennie, both were 10,
Had been playmates all their lives.
One day, Bruce proclaimed,
“Jennie… most good men have wives.”
He professed his love for her.
Jennie said she loved him too.
They decided that getting married
Was ‘the right thing’ to do.
So, Bruce went to speak to her father,
Who was doing yard work at the time.
“May I speak to you, Mr. Johnson?”
“Sure, Bruce. What’s on your mind?”
“Sir, I love your Jennie;
And Jennie, she loves me;
But we need your permission
To be married… to be “We.”
Impressed by Bruce’s courage,
He knew this confrontation must be tough.
He smiled and asked, “Bruce, are you sure
You love my daughter enough?”
Bruce’s face became stern, he said,
“Mr. Johnson, let me tell you…
I love Jennie so much…and she loves me.
We’re both sure it’s the right thing to do.”
He was moved by Bruce’s ardor,
But permission was not his to give.
So, quick as flash, he responded,
“But Bruce…where will you live?”
“Sir, I measured her room;
Then I measured mine.
Hers is 40 percent bigger.
We’ll live there. We’ll be fine.
If we have extra stuff,
We’ll keep that in my room.
We’ll keep our places neat and tidy.
You won’t even need a broom.
And both our parents can save money
On babysitters too.
Even if you do things on the same night,
You’ll only need one sitter, not two.”
Mr. Johnson was impressed with his logic,
But this marriage idea was no longer funny.
He smiled and said, “That’s good thinking, Bruce;
But what are you gonna do for money?
“Why, Mr. Johnson, I get twelve-fifty a week allowance;
And let me remind you, Jennie also gets ten.
Throw in our birthdays and Christmas cash….
Why, we might even have money to lend.”
Desperate now, he thought,
“Next, I guess they’ll want a car.”
Then he asked, “But Bruce, what if you have kids?”
"Aawww," blushed Bruce... “We’ve been lucky so far.”
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
"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.
Copyright © Khalil Franklin | Year Posted 2013
Rubber duckie you're the one
You're the reason I'm the one
You're the one for me
Copyright © Eve Anderson | Year Posted 2013
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.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
Patrick Star is quite an odd ole starfish.
Considering he’s a star, pointy, and bright pink.
The Krabby Patty is one of his favorite dish.
Bikini Bottom know that Patrick stink.
Only a job at the Chum Bucket and Krusty Krab.
Patrick loves to be with his friend SpongeBob.
He always go to Sandy’s to destroy her lab.
Patrick eat and chews on nasty pink gum blob.
Run to Squidward who despises yellow.
Patrick loves to fish at Jellyfish Fields.
Plankton find Patrick to be extremely slow.
Secretes from SpongeBob was very concealed.
Patrick Star does live under a brown rock.
Patrick Star will always give you an shock.
Copyright © Briana Williams | Year Posted 2015
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
Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2014
making love, not war
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2015
The busy Moon forgot about the Tide.
She left it out all day upon the sand.
And when it found itself alone topside,
there mischief was immediately at hand.
It washed the muddy Rocks until they shone,
then dragged in trash to mess them up again,
it chilled the chubby babies to the bone
and tugged their pudgy feet to pull them in.
It rearranged the peaceful ocean floor
and wrapped the kelp into a tangled wreath,
then turned up all the driftwood on the shore
and tickled every creature underneath.
It tricked the Fishermen it came across
by pulling at the lines they'd cast about,
took cages that it saw the Trappers toss
and let the little Crabs and Lobsters out.
It fooled with every Fish that floated by,
it sprayed the Seagulls when they flew too near,
it pooled in spots it KNEW the Sun liked dry
and played with all the boats along the pier.
It sueezed the baby Squid until they laughed
then painted funny pictures with their ink
and after it had taught them all this craft,
it swirled away like water down a sink.
It called to Clouds that hung around the sky
and asked to meet them halfway in between
then teased them until they began to cry
but just to make it rain, not to be mean...
The Tide adored its mischief and it would
have gleefully continued on its spree
but for the Moon, who for the greater good,
came up at last and let it out to sea!
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015
Meet Dorothy the donkey
she has a googly eye,
and when she looks at you
you’ll either laugh or cry.
For you see, when she
stares straight ahead,
her crazy googly eye
looks to her side instead!
So if you think she’s past you
don’t forget her googly eye,
for she will still be watching you
and some say, she’s a donkey spy...
with a googly eye, oh my!
Written Aug. 21st ,2015 for “Childrens Story, Dr. Seuss Style - Poetry Contest”.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
This haiku has been deleted due to possible publication.
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2014
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.
Copyright © Emily Marshall | Year Posted 2013
My glass is made of plastic,
My chilli's rather hot,
So why do people name things
After things they're clearly not?
Copyright © Rufus Reed | Year Posted 2013
Ó February 5, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2013
Don’t worry now child
There's no god, so worship space
You are not alone.
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2012
As I lie here aptly napping
I heard a sound, like someone lapping
Lap, Lap, Lapping of a tongue, for sure
Must be the dog and nothing more
But soon the lapping , getting louder
Like the lapping up of chowder
I gave the dog the night before
Yes, it's him and nothing more
But half asleep and still quite drowsy
Feeling still a little lousy
I'll lift a lid and spy upon the floor
At the dog's bowl near the door
To my surprise the dog was missing
Then suddenly I felt some kissing
Kiss, kiss, kiss and then some more
But sitting up seemed such a chore
There she stood, two feet eight
With empty cone and chocolate faced
Just in need of, warm embrace
A simple hug we've shared before
So on my knee she gladly sat
We shared the cream, salt, sugar, fat
And we both had a healthy laugh
As the dog lapped up the floor
It was ice cream, nothing more !
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015
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
Copyright © Kim Mosteiro | Year Posted 2013
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!
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013
WHO trashed this whole house and went wild?
WHAT? You let in the dog? He got riled?
WHEN was this? Where’s he at?
WHERE the heck is the cat??
WHY ever did I want a child?
for Harry Horseman's 5-W's Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
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!
Copyright © sima mittal | Year Posted 2013
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
Copyright © Rick Zablocki | Year Posted 2013
There once was a playful little boy his imagination 'Oh' how it would soar
dreaming of nights of dragons and forts becoming the warlord of his blankets
On a weekend day he requested to build a fort so the dragon he could slay
all the time his little mind running into overplay.
So being a kind mother him having no brothers or others
I gave him free rein not knowing his fort would look so strange.
From room to room he ran with delight grabbing any item in sight
preparing for his brave and final dragon fight.
Chairs were moved and tables were flipped even our cat would hiss and spit
while Polly our parrot sang Oprah in the background with a nervous twitch.
Finally, hours later and all out of breath he runs to my room his small hands
tugging and pulling yelling for me to come see his display.
With a large gasp my breath had escaped, what a colorful sight I did see
as he jumped up and down screaming whoopee!
All my panties were hanging at the top each one a special window
so he could see the dragon coming for him to slay all looking like a windsock.
His choice of weapons with colors of red, black and pink were all
of my thongs he had carefully turned into sling-shots.
Each one holding a hard candy he had proceeded to suck on
so they would all stay in place and lined up ready for his offense.
With a gentle pat on his head and a forced smile of dread into the fort we slid
while waiting on the dragon we ate candy looking out his windows ahead.
T Reams 10/11/2015 Contest Sponsored by: 'Team Poetry Soup'
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015