these limericks are for children-but I wanted to share
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there was a baby named Jess
lots of food she would process
into farts and poo
and to burbs and spew
her parents loved her no less
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there once was a pussycat named Stu
who spent a happy day at the zoo
mostly liked the big cats
but laughed at the meerkats
and the monkey blowing a kazoo
In rooms where futures are decided,
old men argued about small voices,
children who had been silenced
for a thousand years.
"Should we teach them in English,
the language of their masters?
Or let them speak
in their grandmother's tongue?"
One truth burned bright:
every word they chose
would echo in ten million hearts.
They decided:
Let the Kannada child
dream in Kannada first,
let the Tamil child
sing Tamil songs,
but teach them all
that two plus two
equals hope
in any language.
This was revolution
disguised as policy,
understanding that a flower
blooms best in home soil
but must grow tall enough
to touch the sun.
So they built bridges:
from village to nation,
from mother's lullaby
to the world's stage,
from one small voice
to the chorus of tomorrow.
Education became love,
the bridge between
who you are
and who you could become.
Children
imagine,
but their imagination
is still not enough.
Many images
are preparing to enter the children.
Children
cannot read books with just words.
Without beautiful pictures,
they cannot enter the stories.
Without fun pictures,
the stories cannot enter the children.
Without books,
children cannot enter the world.
Without children,
the world cannot enter the future.
The world will not become
what children imagine.
Goliath frog jumped out of a mailbox
Chased off a dog, a hog, and a fluffy fox
They straight away ran up to a giant ox
ox was terribly ill with itchy chicken pox
You two are on your own! Yelled the irritated fox
Goliath frog jumped all the way back to that mailbox
What do we do now? The hog asked the dog named Knox.
Knox could not answer; his scratchy voice was on the rocks.
Children are the cause
Why parents remain strong
Suffer long and fight.
Today I’m thankful for children
and for John F. Kennedy..
Who said:
Children are the messages we send
to a time we will not see.
I feel sorry for the children who do not know
Where grandma and grandpa and the puppy go
Some have been told that dead is dead.
No spiritual beliefs have ever been said.
The soul is something of which they do not know.
They have never been told of it, they miss the glow
Of spiritual truths, they think that dead is dead.
I pray for these little ones, whose eyes are all red.
To tell them of religious beliefs is wrong at school.
We are allowed to go just so far, the golden rule.
Although in the Bible, we pretend of this we do not know.
I feel sorry for children who do not know where their dead go.
Today I’m thankful for magic…for children…
and for the wonderfully innocent view of the world they bring…
Because…
when we are fortunate enough to see the world through the eyes of a child
we’re be able to see magic…in everything
To pack for a weekend
With children requires
Much more than a tankful
Of gas and good tires.
You have to remember
Their PJ’s and clothes,
Their brushes for teeth
And for hair, I suppose.
Shampoo, soap and toothpaste
And lotion for itches,
The books they are reading,
The iPads and Switches.
Perhaps a stuffed creature
Or doll that’s a fave
And surely some snacks
Of the type they would crave.
When all is assembled
(And yes, it’s a lot!),
You climb in the car, wond’ring
What you forgot.
There was a witch who lived in a tree
Truly loving and kindly was she
Although she wasn't glorious of face
Her heart was truly in the right place.
The witch loved to wake to sound of birds
To their songs she would write her own words
Then she'd join in, a choir they became
Her home was known as The Tree of Fame.
Parents brought their children to the witch
This tree had become a concert pitch
The kids would have their own instrument
To join the choir was the chief intent.
Melodious sounds would fly o’er breeze
Folk were inspired to fall on their knees
It was indeed an angelic sound
Which was heard for many miles around.
When the night came the witch was content
For the merry way her day was spent
She’d set off on her broom for a flight
To view moon and stars glittering bright.
At midnight witch would tuck up in bed
But not before prayers had been said.
a cute little nipper
sat on the big dipper
his voice was so chipper
when he lost his slipper
it’s gone said the dipper
I know said the nipper
it fell on a clipper
I’ll need a new slipper
laughter from the dipper
charged up little nipper
he leaned down to the clipper
and retrieved his slipper
Christmas
Holds
Rich
Inspiration
Selecting
Toys
Making
Awesome
Surprises
Too
Often
You
Supply
Faded
Ordinary
Resolutions
Combine
Hysterical
Items
Like
Dinos
Reciting
English
Novels!
December 11, 2022
Contest: Christmas Poetry Contest - Acrostic
Sponsor: Bobby May
C-Chris Kringle's
H-Hideaway
R- Readily
I-Infinite
S-Santa's
T-Toy
M-Making
A-All
S-Successfully
T-Trucks
O-Operation
Y-Yo Yo’s
S-Scooters
F-Fun
O-Ornaments
R-Reflecting
C-Creating
H-Happiness
I-Intriguing
L-Laughter
D-Dreaming
R-Radiant
E-Eyes
N-Nonstop
Let's roll the dice
and we'll begin,
to see what rolls and turns and spins -
an apple, falling from a branch,
a carousel where horses prance,
the ocean when it rolls to shore,
a bouncing ball across the floor,
a skipping rope going round in loops,
a brightly painted hula hoop,
the sun that dances in the sky,
our bicycles when they go by,
the world, our planet, circling the sun,
the moon on high, when days are done,
the earth, our planet, revolving in space,
an ancient, living, wondrous place.
Copyright Suzy Davies, 2019. All Rights Reserved.
I am on the hunt for Jesus today
He loves me true, so happy Sunday!
He died for me, he died for you!
Is that an Easter egg painted blue?
I run through the grass, it tickles my toes.
Jesus is watching, he goes where I go.
I am on the hunt for Easter eggs true.
Here is a large pink one just for you.
We have a nice dinner – potatoes and steak.
I love today’s weather, my outfit is great!
Here are my cousins, they are looking too.
We are all finding Jesus. How about you?
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