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Inspired by the inimitable nursery rhyme
The itsy bitsy spider
By Michelle Morris
20/12/2023
Remember the itsy bitsy spider
Trying to survive the water spout?
Whether rain or shine
That spider didn't give up or pout
Rainbows will come
Seasons will flow
And that itsy bitsy spider
Will learn to live and grow
So, if you're feeling down
Or struggling in the rain
I hope you'll remember this song
And learn to have fun and dance again
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Itsy-bitsy and itty-bitty were going to the fair.
Teeny-weeny and Mr. Leany said “we’ll meet you there.”
Had a strong drink that none of them could handle.
We had to lead them home by horse, carriage and candle.
The itsy-bitsy spider
Came down the waterspout
Down came aa shoe
And knock the spider out
Out came the clouds
And dropped down all the rain
So, the itsy-bitsy spider
Could never climb again
The itsy bitsy glitzy ditzy ritzy kitty
Makes the room seem rather pretty
My uncle is here, feeling puffed and silly.
His kitty stories are traveling willy nilly.
The itsy bitsy glitzy ditzy ritzy kitty is now….
Grooming herself, so she will be a wow.
She has not yet made us adults bow,
But she is the queen of the kibble chow.
Crunch crunch crunch she eats so loud.
Her chewing is regally arrogant, and quite proud.
In a day or two there might be quite a crowd.
She gives me a look, making me feel humbled and cowed.
What is it about itsy bitsy glitzy ditzy ritzy kitty I wonder.
That makes me feel like a fool that has been slapped by thunder.
She has look that puts me in my place, as a peon at best.
She is the haughty queen of this cat-loving nest.
It took me years- but I now have a flair and knack for rhyming,
so, I thought I would write this "itsy-bitsy" poem for fun;
oh, no telling how high ... my talent may be climbing,
but, in just four lines my bragging must be done !
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July 22, 2021
Poetry/Quatrain/''Itsy-Bitsy'' Poem
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1374-926-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Flair and Fun Quatrain
sponsor, Caren Krutsinger, Judged 08/18/2021
Third Place
It is skimpy
But not indecent
It looks fabulous on a pre-teen
But do not get any ideas
Because that would be creepy
Old women look better in a one piece
And if they are wide they sometimes do better with a skirt
Bikinis are not for everyone
But when I see a yellow polka dotted one,
Look out.
My singing voice comes out
And I am no Brian Hyland
itsy
bitsy
teeny
weeny
There once was an itsy-bitsy mouse
Who lived in a teeny-weeny house...
She had a teeny-weeny spouse
Who was an itsy-bitsy louse
The itsy bitsy batsies
climbed up me finger tips.
Sat on the tippy-tops
and tightened up their grips.
Out came the eyedropper,
fed each little bat.
Then down me fingers clambered they
as easily as that.
Justice
of GOD
meets
JESUS
dying
for us
on the
c r u e l
Cross of
Calvary
Compassion during His Passion, He offered Communion to us
As often as you do this, do it in remembrance of me. BEHOLD
J E S U S
my KING
washing
the feet
of His
eleven
at the
L A S T
SuppeR
I t s y
B i t s y
B r e ad
& Wine
H O L D
it A L L
& YOU
may end
Y O U R
L E N T
& Fast
W I T H
Bread &
W I N E
J U S T
enough
For A
MOUSE
but God
summed
it all in
H I S
broken
B O D Y,
FLESH &
spilled
B L O O D.
The Manna
The CLAIM
'I AM THE
BREAD OF
HEAVEN;
IF YOU
DRINK
OF ME
Y O U
will not
THIRST
AGAIN
Hosanna
H O L Y
H O L Y
H O L Y
O GOD
My Jesus
W H A T
Love Is
T H I S
I can't help it,
My pen stocked a bit.
Words slip in awful mind.
But no chance to say it loud.
To write each line in rhymes.
I will keep on making the same verse.
Until I find the proper way.
To witness my hands start a stroke.
'Til i fill an empty pad of poems.
I will believe in magic and forever.
I will see what eyes can't see.
I still love who I don't like.
I live the way I want to be.
Until emptiness filled with silence.
I keep eyes closed and listen,
To the sounds of rain pour in the ground.
Collate all words then give them life.
Busy days kill my existence.
But I still hold on my pen.
Spill the ink , tell what I want.
Fill each day of heavenly rhyme.
Itsy Bitsy spider went up the wall of shower.
Itsy Bitsy spider, grabbed with piece of paper.
Itsy Bitsy spider was placed in toilet water.
Itsy Bitsy spider, wished he was in hamper.
Itsy Bitsy spider was now stuck in the crapper.
Itsy Bitsy spider went down in swirling water.
To take a shower, with an Itsy Bitsy spider,
Was not going to happen, upon any hour,
Without any cower, she finished her shower.
To the tune of "Itsy Bitsy, Teenie Weenie, Yellow, Polka-Dot Bikini"
Dedicated to Nancy Pelosi
Chorus:
She has an itsy bitsy
Teenie weenie
Brain inside her little beanie
And she uses it infrequently
An itsy, bitsy
Teenie weenie brain
We get the heebie jeebies
Whenever Nancy's in our company
Two, three, four
Don’t stick around, head for the door
Nancy:
Oh, I pushed and I wrested for health care
But no one wanted this lame, inane fare
Still I managed to get it through Congress
The court may now say it was pointless
Two, three, four
Please don’t give us anymore
Chorus:
She has an itsy bitsy
Teenie weenie
Brain inside her little beanie
And she uses it infrequently
An itsy, bitsy
Teenie weenie brain
We get the heebie jeebies
Whenever Nancy's in our company
Nancy:
Some will tell you that my voice sounds too shrill
But House members have followed me still
Yet we have an election upcoming
From my muse all my members are running
Final Chorus:
From the Congress to her home state
From California to the streets
Of San Francisco you will find her
Oh so sad to lose her seat
Did I mention that I hate spiders
They creep me, I mean, my wife completely out
I never see them coming
So what's that all about
They're sneaky little creatures
That always make me, her, scream
They'll never make a very good pet
No matter how harmless they seem
I always, she always, shakes and shivers
At the very sight of them
She's, I mean, I'm the executioner
Always ready to condemn
Ok, so I'm scared of spiders
But I'm not ashamed in the least
For my wife will be my hero
As she stomps this creepy beast
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