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A Simple Hamburger If You Please

Sure.
Ketchup.
Pickle
Horseradish too.

Mayo 
Lettuce?
That’s up to you.

Are your patties thin or thick?
Can I gobble one down right quick?

A touch of butter
A slab of bacon.

Please put them on 
If mine you’re making.

Are your patties thin or thick?
Can I gobble one down right quick?

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A magical feeling unknown anywhere else lingered at the faerie waterfall
This was the gentle resting place of all worn-out muses and elves, after all
A mystical silence filtered over each caregiver, lingering over each rose in bloom
King and Queen Council had ruled no interlopers ever, could enter this sacred place
This astral valley and heavenly meadow full of strawberries was given to them by God’s good grace.
Summer day break was lighting up the valley by the warm happy shine of a shimmery white moon
Day young, the caregiving faeries flitted around excitedly, knowing the day was full of potential.
Hope, love, compassion and good spirited fun here was terminally quintessential
As new souls were brought here to nourish and love fully, before they entered mother’s womb.
Everything at Faerie Valley was orchestrated, to be heavenly-inspired, helpful and tender sweet.
Dream-state-magic, giving the waiting families and neonates a dream-state place to meet
When the birthing day arrives, there is a lot less surprise, and jubilant rejoicing from the womb.
Hark! What is that I hear? It is faerie flutist’s sweet note music, calling us to listen to love’s call.
A baby is being born, this one with those enormous brown eyes, the one whose last name will be Hall.
Whisked away, leaving a trail of marigolds, and yellow buttercups, in a methodical magical state of faerie zoom,
We reach the hospital in the nick of time, and deliver our pretty babe, to parents who are pining.
When we newly-deigned stork magicians float back to the faerie waterfall, every elf and nymph is shining.
A leprechaun musician known by all us first week’s elves as Lars congratulates us, one and all.
Did you get a birth announcement? He asks, but we are shocked, not knowing it was essential.
Faerie Queen said it is a bit of a tradition, but you are new, so this time it is not quintessential.
The parents were so excited to wrap the baby up, count his toes, and listen to his baby heartbeat.
We newbies felt happy, excited, enthusiastically crazy about our job, and sixteen inches tall.
Glad to be a part of this excitement, they allowed us a dip our toes into the secret faerie waterfall.
There was a celebratory banquet with goodies in the Hand Maiden’s Reception Hall.
We were both talking about the delivery over and over, completely over the moon.
Next time, get the birth announcement the queen said, so it was important after all.

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Cat Nip Addict


catnip
cat addict
marijuana
cat resembles vampire
catnip

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Big Hand Little Hand Long Hand Short Hand

When I was little I thought the older a person was, the more brain cells you grew.
Thus, older people are smarter than little people.
That thought was long gone by the time I was four or five.
At eight I was so confused by big hand and little hand on the clock, I thought I would lose my mind.
Big hand to me was little hand, because the big hand they were talking about was the thin longer hand.
Thinner to me meant little, not big.
The thick hand they were calling little hand actually should have been referred to as short hand, but it
Was not. To the big people it was little hand. To me it was big hand because it was the fattest hand.
I did not know how to tell time for about a hundred years, because it did not make sense!
I could not get it, so of course, this was the unit I was elected to teach when I was a student teacher.
And for those of you who like math, do you understand a bit more why the word math strikes terror in my soul?
Big hand. Little hand. Good golly, Miss Molly.
If they had only used short hand, and long hand I would have immediately understood
Because I KNEW words.
Not math, not telling time, not numbers, but I did know words.
Teaching me to tell time would have been insanely simple, if the right words could have been used!
Why did they not understand what I was trying to figure out?
Because they did not LISTEN to me.
I was a child, after all.
A child who knows her words.
Big hand for long hand?
Long hand for big hand?
Everyone was too busy shaking their head and telling me ‘no’ to realize what I was saying.
Listen people, listen, because your children are smarter than you know, and they are
Trying to talk.

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Missing My Game Pieces

My Silver top hat and my Boardwalk card are missing.
This happened to my cousin.
It is only a matter of time until this gets discovered.
By the time it does it will be too late.
I am going to try to contact prissy woman
With telepathy.
Look under the couch,
Look under the couch!
Uh-0h.
Vrrrrmmmmmmmm
There goes my Boardwalk card.
I will be replaced now.
Competitive Man’s favorite
Property is Boardwalk.

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Can A Dragon Be A Friend

Fiction? Fantasy?
True or make-believe?
Use the fear of men
Throw in a princess
Dragon adventure

Horrible thing
Where is a knight?
Where is his sword?
They are brutal

Fierce and proud
Smoky, loud
Lonely, sad?

A pet?
A friend?

Smoke?

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Here Comes Steampunk Annie

If I was part machine, a steampunk woman, or a steampunk dog, or a steampunk cat,
I would choose to have a machine heart, so I could be less soft. 
So my feelings would not get hurt so easily, so I could
Stop crying inside when people get mean and mad,
Or a tsunami kills a bunch of innocents.
I would also choose machine eyes – big round soft brown ones,
Because of the floaties I have in my older green and hazel eyes.
Floaties could not get into steampunk eyes, right?
I would choose bendable, new steampunk machine knees.
They would jump and summersault and do cartwheels and
Other stuff I can no longer do after tearing my ACL and
Meniscus which never got fixed, because it happened
At work and Workman’s Comp told me at my age,
Surgery would not be smart.
They would call me Steampunk Annie, and I would
Run up and down alleys, saving people from the robbers,
And the drug pushers, and I would kick the drug pushers
In their petootsies and make them cry
Because they would not have steampunk eyes
Or anything.  I would rock the Steampunk
World with sass and vim, and be
The super hero I know I can be!

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Lions Tigers And Bears Oh Why

Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh, my.
Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh why?
Lions and Tigers and Bears are not really all that scary to me,
When we read the facts about other animals in tropical forests, and under the sea.

We should change the song to this little tune:
Puffer Fish, Golden poison dart frog and the tsetse fly, oh my.
Puffer Fish, Golden poison dart frog and the tsetse fly, oh why?
These little creatures are as scary as the cone snail which is no cartoon.
The cone snail has a hypodermic-like needle with venom, shaped like a harpoon.
So if you see a cone shell, on a beautiful beach,
Remind yourself it may be alive, before you reach.

If you are in a rain forest, and you see the cutest little golden frog hopping through,
Know before you pocket it that it weighs less than an ounce, but has enough poison to kill you.
The golden poison dart frog could take you out, and nine of your favorite fellow travelers too.  
The toxin, which comes out of her sweet little skin, 
could show you all what a mood she is in.
The puffer fish is clumsy, and slow, and cannot readily hide.
But his toxins are more deadly than twelve hundred spoons of cyanide.
Lions, tigers, and bear, oh my.
Better them than the puffer fish, golden dart frog, cone snail, and the tsetse fly.

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Brother from another Mother

Met him in 3rd grade,
with me ever since then.
By my side in both my 
Pain and Gain.
Giving company in times of need,
sharing his joys,
in return for my grief.
Fight we did over petty issues,
to strengthen our our relation a whole lot more.
Shared all secrets ,
taking the blame for one another.
Over the year our relation,
has got stronger,
Rather sacred.
to others he is my friend,
but for me he is,
"My Brother from another Mother"


                   ~V~

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Matching Pride

(Veterans Day 2009)

Side by side, they stood at attention,
facing the American flag, 
former Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, and Marines.
Not one muscle twitched, nor eye blinked
as the 3rd Grader stepped to the microphone.

"Because of you, I am free," she said.
In a clear voice, she continued to express
her appreciation and gratitude,
for their service to their country, 
their sacrifice for freedom.

Though his legs trembled like Jell-O
beneath the knife-edge crease of his uniform,
Grandpa's pride filled his throat
as the little blond resumed her seat.

She had recited the entire speech
from memory, and later received
a note from her school principal--
Awesome job today!--
which now decorates the front
of his refrigerator.

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Lickety Split

L ittle voices, rising in volume and pitch
I mploring teacher, begs all available aids to help pop 
C oats, hats, muffs, mitts, sweaters, gloves, socks, shoes, and boots on 39
K indergarten urchins who are galloping around the room, or jumping on ball 
         chairs. 

E veryone is excited; the snow is falling and 
T he five-year-olds woke up screaming with excitement, 
Y elling their head dendrites off, dancing and galloping

S ix ways to Sunday, and it’s only Tuesday, 
P rincipal skates into the room,  “Lickety Split!” she yells.
“L et’s all help, and get them out there quick!” The 2nd grade teacher sticks in 
             her head to hollar, 
“I ce will be here within the hour.  Everybody help.” A bunch of 4th and 5th 
              graders run in to help dress 
t hem. Seconds later, the worn-out Kindergarten 

Teacher throws out a magic lasso, and 39 kindergarteners all grab hold. The next minute, they 
                  land in a big snow drift.
“Lickety, lickety, yickety, bickety, pickety, split!” they all yell, running away in every conceivable direction.


			Prepared for Lickety Split Contest
                                  Debbie Guzzi  Written 4-9-2018
			Unless it’s closed, then just for fun!

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Do You Need Some Pixie Dust

My crazy creatures

Farm Sense

dog farts

I'm your crazy wand

My hearts love

Love is a bond

A Simple Hamburger If You Please

The F Poem

Land of Dreams

Thwarting the Bullies

Cat Ninette

She Is Taking My Friends Away

Loses Things Too

Magical Faerie Water Fall

Cat Nip Addict

Big Hand Little Hand Long Hand Short Hand

Missing My Game Pieces

Can A Dragon Be A Friend

Here Comes Steampunk Annie

Lions Tigers And Bears Oh Why

Brother from another Mother

Matching Pride

Lickety Split