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A Bedtime Story

Once, a long ways away, and a long time ago
Lived a wee little man with his silly pet crow;
And once every day, as the sun went to bed
The wee little man and the crow he called Ted
Would go through the woods on a nice little walk;
And while they walked through the woods, his pet crow would talk.
Now, if saying, “Pet crow Ted could talk” twists your tongue,
Just wait till I’m through, and the story is done,
Because Ted tied the twigs of two tall apple trees
To the tips of his toes, and his knobby old knees,
And these twigs made him bounce as he walked ‘round and ‘round,
And he talked really loud while he walked on the ground,
Saying, “Twiddle my fiddles, and tie me a pie,
‘Cause a silly old crow couldn’t fly high as I.”
Then the wee little man said, “You silly old bird,
Just the way that you talk takes the sense from a word;
For if fiddles could twiddle, and pies had a string,
Then ants would walk backwards, and old crows would sing.”
Replied Ted the crow to the wee wizened man,
“Perhaps ants can’t do it, but old crows sure can.”
Then he puffed out his chest, and he cawed cockaroo,
And he sang an old song titled, “How Do You Do?”
“How do you do, little maid, Liddy Lee
When the crows come by twos, and they perch on the tree?
What do you see, little maid, Liddy Lee
When the crows throw the cockleshells out on the sea?
Where do you go, little maid, Liddy Lee
When the snow drives the crows from the mulberry tree?
And what do you hear, little maid, Liddy Lee
When the crows throw the snow on the cockleshell sea?”
But the old man just laughed and said, “Such silly songs
Never croaked such a crow as he hopped right along,
Because ants can’t walk backwards, and crows cannot sing,
Just like horses can’t fly, nor do turtles have wings.”
Now the crow wasn’t happy with what had been said
So he said, “I will sing you another instead,”
Then he puffed out his chest, and he cawed cockaree,
And he sang him a song called, “When Two Turned to Three.”
“When two turned to three, and when five turned to four
Things got much stranger than ever before.
There were two little pigs, and but two blinded mice,
And the two musketeers played with three little dice.
There were five and twenty blackbirds flying in the sky;
And four the little famous boy who never told a lie.
When six turned to seven, and eight turned to ten,
Snow White had six little dwarves with her then.
All the town clocks struck first ten, nine, then eight;
And people were always too early or late,
So they turned it all back to six, seven, eight, nine,
That way we could always keep track of the time.
Now the three pigs are three, and there’s three blinded mice,
And the three musketeers play with two little dice,
And the wee little dwarves number seven in all,
And the clock strikes from one up to twelve down the hall.”
But the old man just laughed and said, “Such silly songs
Never croaked such a crow as he hopped right along,
Because ants can’t walk backwards, and crows cannot sing,
Just like snakes don’t have legs, nor do bunnies have wings.
And with that, the old man put his pet crow to bed;
And till early next morning not a sentence was said.


Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2015


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JACK AND JILL RE WRITTEN

Jack and Jill went up the hill With thoughts of making love Jack hadn’t got a condom So cut a finger off Jill’s glove The glove was far too small for him And it didn’t fit his todger Now they are proud parents Of a baby they called Rodger! 1st October 2016 Another poem written after being inspired by Ilene Bauer's poem three blind mic


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016


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All Mothers Must Sing - A Song for the Bulldog

It was not long ago
By the reck'ning of things
You were yet a wee one
Yet under our wing-
But now you have grown up
Like snow follows Spring -
Now you're a Mother,
And all Mothers must sing.

All Mothers must sing,
Though not always with voice;
'Tis a matter of Truth,
Not a question of Choice.
They sing with their hearts
And they sing with their souls
They sing while they're young,
And they sing when they're old.

     All Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers
     Must sing,
     Some sing but a whisper,
     Some make the walls ring.
     They know that they hold 
     The most Precious of things;
     So all Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers
     Must sing.

They sing with their smiles 
And their hearts and their sighs,
They sing us to bed 
And they sing as we rise;
They sing in response
To our smallest of cries
And all with the brilliance of love in their eyes.

So from now to the time
You are grey just like me
Darling, sing to your babes
As I sang to thee;
They shall grow to be kind,
To be honest and true;
They shall grow to be Wonderful,
Just like you.

     All Mothers must sing
     All Mothers must sing
     All Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers 
     Must sing;
     Some sing but a whisper,
     Some make the walls ring;
     They know that they hold 
     The most Precious of things;
     So all Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers 
     Must sing,,,,


Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2016


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Fruits Colours

An apple is Red,
I like eating bread,
Banana is yellow,
I am jolly fellow,
Pear is green,
I am neat and clean,
Coconut is brown,
I am little clown,
All fruits are nice,
They make us healthy and wise!!


Copyright © Neha batra | Year Posted 2016


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Twinkle twinkle little star


It's up there
The star that shines for me
Named on the day I was born
My guiding light, shines free

When I was a baby
My mam sang to me when I cried 
Twinkle twinkle little star
Said was my very own lullaby

I look for this star for guidance
In my every day
I look up and ask am I doing things right
I know the answer right away

Do what you heart is telling you
Look up and see my light
I am just a twinkling star
Yes I am showing you it's alright.





Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015


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21ST CENTURY RE-WRITE OF HUMPTY DUMPTY

Humpty Dumpty fell off the top of the wall He got on the phone and gave his lawyer a call With help from the lawyer and litigation men Humpty is rich and won’t have to work again! 09~30~16 Inspired by Three blind mice poem by Ilene Bauer


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016


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OLD KING TROLL FOR ALEXIS Y

Old King Troll Had a very long pole And a very long pole had he He called for his wife (she’s his trouble and strife) And he called for his mistresses three King Troll sat in the middle … his wife said you’re on the fiddle This fact King Troll couldn’t deny All the women took a swipe at him and gave him a black eye! Alexis challenged me to do a parody of Old King Cole nursery rhyme 10~03~16


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016


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SING A SONG OF SICKNESS - ESPECIALLY FOR SAN WOO

Sing a song of sickness after a barrel full of rye Two men drank the whiskey and soon they were pie eyed They woke up in a prison cell; their heads began to ring Now they know the consequences too much alcohol can bring Sadly in their drunken state they’d got into a fight Bill gave Ted a left hook - he looked a sorry sight When their hangovers were over they stood before the law Each received a hefty fine and now their heads are sore! San Woo challenged me to write a parody of her favourite nursery rhyme ... sing a song of sixpence 10~02~16


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016


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Visiting Dr Seuss

A furry little caterpillar
Crawled onto my knee
He turned into a butterfly
And landed in a tree

Beside him was a humming bird 
Sucking pollen from a rose
When down fell an inchworm 
That landed on my nose

A little baby bunny rabbit 
Hopped onto my lap 
When I started petting him 
His ears began to flap
 
I came across a rooster
Sitting on a fence 
A sign said "you can pet him 
For only fifty cents"
 
As I peeked into a sty 
I heard a great big thud
I saw the three little piggy's
Rolling in the mud

I looked up in the sky 
And I saw a lonesome goose
I whistled "where are you flying to" 
He replied. "to visit Dr. Seuss


Copyright © charles messina | Year Posted 2018


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Polly Wolly's Doodle

I chanced upon Polly Wolly 
Walking one day after school
Clearly without her doodle
Something she thought she'd never lose

She told me she had sat it down
As it was out of tune
And when doodles sound more like poodles
What else is there to do

So I took a hold of Polly
And led her by the hand
Downtown to the lost and found
Where all that's lost is left

She went on and on about her doodle
Like a long lost friend
She asked the lass behind the desk
If she'd ever see her doodle again

The lass asked the doodles color scheme
And how large it was in size
Seems people lose their doodles often
If not most all the time

When they handed her her doodle back
There really wasn't much to say
As Polly Wolly and her doodle
Waddled arm in arm merrily away


Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2017


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Monkeys

You shouldn't poke at monkeys
	unless you're a dummkopf
Who gets precisely what's deserved --
	your fingers bitten off.


Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2018


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The Clown's Song

Bring me a child to eat
I'm too weak to stand on my feet
All I need is meat
So bring me a child to eat.


Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2018


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My Blue Cheese is Peas

Baby doesn't like the 'peases'.
She spits them out, as she pleases.
I still have that childish vice
But spitting peas isn't nice.

Avoiding them is hard to do.
They're in the pot pie and the stew.
So, I pick them out one by one
But pea-picking is not fun.

Give me a break. I cannot take
To even smell them on the make.
Cold in salad or piping hot,
Hold the peas. Peas porridge, not!


January 11, 2018

For Kevin Shaw's contest






Copyright © Janece Terry | Year Posted 2018


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In the Bushes

In the bushes lurked a man
Keeping handy 
Bits of candy
Luring children in the bushes
Where he hit them,
Scratched them, bit them.

If a man hides in the bushes
Don't go near him
If you hear him
In the bushes with a club
He will beat you, 
Cook you, eat you.






This is another unpublished early poem, circa 1969, from the forever-after ongoing series "Lucifera's Questionable Daycare Poems and Stories."


Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2018


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Slack for Sale

One cent, two cents,
	Nickel and dime
Two bits, four bits,
	A dollar this time.

Ship me a grasshopper
	Do me a crime
Fly like a whippoorwill 
	O'er Anaheim.


Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2018


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Three Little Pigs

I kept those little pigs alive
to stall the beasty, pursed to huff,
while piglets fled and still survive.

They live immortal and contrive
the hungry masher to rebuff.
I kept those little pigs alive.

Their only goal was to deprive,
escaping sometimes in the buff,
the piglets fled and still survive.

My story told again to five,
while kiddies shivered at the chuff,
I kept those little pigs alive.

In rapt attention they arrive
to hear the tale, told off the cuff
of pigs who ran and still survive.

My sound effects resembled jive
as kids' excitement gathered fluff;
I kept those little pigs alive,
the ones who fled and still survive.


Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2015


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Monday's Child - Parody

Monday’s child will slap your face,
Tuesday’s child is a disgrace,
Wednesday’s child stamps on your toe,
Thursday’s child just won’t go,
Friday’s child is most unforgiving,
Saturday’s child won’t work for a living,
And as for the child that’s born on a Sunday -
– they’ll tell you lies and steal your pay.



Originally posted on my blog with a supporting cartoon & story, which can be seen here: http://wp.me/p2mUkP-yc


Copyright © David Sollis | Year Posted 2014


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My Monster

My Monster

Every week on Good Friday I get restless
Palpitations rise for my week end disasters
A monster boldly barges into my silent abode
Depriving me of my peaceful slumber
Crash! Now which crockery has ended its life?
The moment I reach the dreaded site 
Littered  remnants of mugs and glasses 
Sprayed on the kitchen floor 
Having an afternoon nap is a crime indeed
The dining tablecloths are scrooped  down
And I curse my heavy eyelids for drugging me
I wake up to run and my shoes are not there
The good Lord save me! My kitchen cabins 
Are invaded, explored and ransacked
The bright packages are crushed and ripped
Salty and sweety snacks carpet the freshly scrubbed floor
I pads, mobile phones, remote controls vanish
I magically recover my drowning hopes
When their batteries are over
My heart beats louder than the speakers
Strumming the beats of nursery rhymes
Till tiny flakes start peeling off the quaky roof
The iridescent walls showcase
The world's finest art repertoire
Nothing short of  an international gallery of art
The monster is finally trapped on the garden swing
Smiling gleefully with an outstretched arm
All frowns erase when the two year old
Bob cut tomboy dramatically wails
Granny! Granny! Granny! Granny!

Contest: My Monster
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen



Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015


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Ten Little Golden Girls

Ten little golden girls swung from a vine
One branch broke, and then there were nine.

Nine little golden girls went to skate
One fell through a crack, and then there were eight.

Eight little golden girls dined on some chevon
One's dish was raw, and then there were seven.

Seven little golden girls stacked some old bricks
One was hit in the head, and then there were six.

Six little golden girls decided to take a drive
One struck a tree, and then there were five.

Five little golden girls went out to shore
One took a nosedive, and then there were four.

Four little golden girls went out for tea
One was poisoned, and then there were three.

Three little golden girls sailed in a canoe
Then came an abrupt wind; one could not swim, and then there were two.

Two little golden girls went out shopping for some fun
The little girl got stuck in a store, and then there was one.

One little golden girl stumbled upon a gun
She fortuitously pulled the trigger, and then there were none.



Written and posted on April 4th, 2016
By: Michelle Corbin


Copyright © Michelle Corbin | Year Posted 2016


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Bedtime loving

(ohw! ohw! ohwwwww!)
The wolves are out tonight.
“Tread lightly”, echoes father’s words,
“and stay clear of their sight”.

Excited by, my first hallo
to stars and moon so bright.
Excited him allowing me,
to come out on this night.
Caref’ly, had I listened to,
the lessons that he gave.
In underground my classroom
had I sat and well-behaved.

Now here, amongst the shrubbery
my small heart pounding proud.
Near the husky voices of,
the wolves in packs so loud.
Silently, on hinds we rise,
with noses in the air.
Detecting in, which way they’ll path,
not tempting to go there.

Crossing the bridge at Hunters Lane;
father leading way.
And there, under the bright moonlight,
we scout our waiting prey.
“Tread lightly”, echoes father’s words,
“and stay clear of their sight”.
Once home;
upon our rodent dish,
my first  true trophy won.

Small eyes now flutter sleep.
My father heart so proud.
“Tread lightly”, echoes father’s words.
I blow the candle out.


Copyright © Gavin Joachims | Year Posted 2015


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LITTLE RED

Red hood Girl good Nan ill No pill Mum dumb No chum Wolf bad Bit mad ………………………………………………………………….. Wolf munch Nan lunch Wolf chew Red too Huntsman Has plan Wolf snip Unzip Red free Whoopee Nan out Big shout Wolf dead Behead


Copyright © Shane Cooper | Year Posted 2015


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Naughty Nursery Rhymes



Mary had a little lamb The birth was quite a sensation It should go down in the history books She needed a lot of sedation Three little piggies went tripping along To the butcher, they were the target Who was bent on chopping these piggies up To sell 'em at the local market Baa baa black sheep have you any wool Of course the answer is yes They're sheep, that's a real silly question Three bags full would be my guess Jack be nimble, Jack be quick At my age, you must be jazzing me It's been a long time since I was nimble or quick Was probably just a wee tike of three Georgie Porgie pudding and pie The current trend is over eating No wonder obesity is rampant in the world Bad habits our kids we've been teaching Mary had a little lamb She also had a goat Mary's been messing with the animals again Naughty Mary, I here do quote © Jack Ellison 2015


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015


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Charlotte Gets Tough with Miss Muffet

Said contrary and crabby Miss Muffet
“Hey eight-legs! Kiss my bare Tuffet!” 
From above and beyond, Charlotte dropped a fine line
And bit the old bag where the sun doesn’t shine…

For Andrea’s clerihew contest


Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2014


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Marie Curie

Marie Curie
Madam Curie
For a girl, she’s pretty nerdy.
Played with physics
Played with chem
Nobel Prize in both of them.
Came from Poland
French with patience
Tumors cured with radiation
Marie Curie
Married Curie
Because they both were in a hurry
To discover polonium
Discovered radium
Changed the way we study uranium
Thanks to Marie
Thanks to them,
Science was never the same again.


Copyright © Anna Wright | Year Posted 2016


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Animal Farm

Do pigs go moo?
Do cows go oink?
Do chickens go **** a doodle do?
Do sheep wear sweaters?
Do Alligators know all the letters?
Of the alphabet noodles in soup?

Do Birds have nests of feathered gold?
Do crows get mad, when a penguin is sold?
Do Ravens really read Edgars Poetry?
Do Little Doctors help baby animals?
Do they talk to doctors or do little chatter?
Why all these questions surely must matter

Do roasters wake up at the setting of the sun?
Do pigs have wings, or is that all cow dung?
Falling from the sky up high
Seagulls must laugh when one of us cries
Now if a little one here or way over there
I have made you laugh on the silliest of dares

Then off we go to the aquarium and zoo
Why we are off to visit with Winnie the Pooh!


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016