I don't understand this trend
I don't like where we're going
In.
Somebody who don't like me and
Never did
Wanna see me baffled when she
has her first kid
To be the there common ground
To be in luxury when I am unwhined
Don't wanna be the bruint of your
Jokes
At least with her I have hope
Babe ain't no dispute when I am with you
Adagio Bassia see-ah
There ain't no dispute
Tell that puke-fool of yours to leave me alone
Like the Dells said when all the Goodies Gone
Is it shame on me
Want you in my corner
That's how a true love should be
Nah but you got them phrases
Like I am a ho
It like this
I that and simple
Get it right to app the oah
Let your ex be your coach
Let say it's so like it's ah movie
Got your grooving stufguess you tryna groove me
To marry me takes
Ah thyme o fair
Couple shall we
Groove me if you dare
I want your baby
Cum inside me
Don't that sound real crazy
Spent my thyme wiff you
Tell me what's next
Tell me what we going do
fall and excitement is in the air
looking forward to my first day at kindergarten
i'll ride my bunny off to school where
mommy told me i'll make loads of new friends
AP: 2nd place 2025
Charlie Doots was a curly-haired boy
He always played with his favorite toy
All the boys and girls would always laugh
Because Charlie always played with his blue giraffe
One day he brought his blue giraffe to school
And his teacher said- Charlie, we have a rule
There are no toys allowed in our class
Especially Charlie Doots, a blue giraffe
Charlie said- "But teacher, my giraffe can dance"
The Children laughed so hard they almost peed their pants
Because they saw the blue giraffe waltzing across the floor
And so, the children didn't laugh at Charlie Doots no more!
Nazi time
Uniformed men with ice blue eyes, marched
Up and down the street, bomb fell, earth shock
And I was two years old
An officer with steel rimmed glasses and a cruel
Smile, said: this child is blond and has blue eyes
I clicked my heel, sucked my thumb
Mother, took to singing sentimental lieders
They gave her an iron cross, while dreamed
The kindergarten’s infant Fuhrer
To my regret, peace broke out and life was
Lull again, till I was circumcised and went
To live in Haifa, where I could pee over a new
Wall, which made me a natural leader of men.
I’m just a cackling controller
(sit straight, listen, stop talking)
Until I stop to look into your eyes
It’s the wonder in them which makes me a teacher
I’m just a watching monitor
(settle down, take your things, write neatly)
Until I stop and pay attention to your work
It’s the magic in your hands that make me a teacher
I’m just a juggling joker
(quick, time up, I have another class)
Until I sit with a sigh and a stretch and a sip(of coffee)
It’s my reflection that makes me a teacher
It’s not what I teach
It’s not what you learn
It’s the bond we share that makes me a teacher
I’m a nobody until you accept and let me into your hearts
I’m not a teacher until You make me one.
Their smiles beamed, for they dreamed together,
sharing Barbies, goodies, and even hands.
Aware of my aloneness, it seemed I wasn't there;
even Brown Bear didn't understand.
Staring into a disquieted mind, I sulked my secluded self.
Translucent tears stained my face a pale gray,
as bleak as rain clouds, blocking sun's reach.
Furrowed brows, droopy cheeks, and thin lips
transformed me into a monsterous beast.
Is this hideous, shunned image who I am?
Affixed friends would glow and float into true beauty
like sun painting the beach.
Their smiles were like whispy horizons, eyes glazed like sand granules, feet gliding like waves to the shore.
Are the pretty girls worth so much more?
3-6-2025
When I saw her eyes were burnt sienna,
and her lips were purple plaid,
when she said she wasn’t my kid’s teacher,
boy, was I ever sad.
Whack went your head
Sand in my eyes
Scissors sliced your hair
A push from behind
Yellow crayons flew about
Pencils snapped in two
Kindergarten was not easy
Brawling, me and you
Your tongue stuck out
I rolled my eyes
My mother pleaded please
Nope, not sharing pie
We fought like devils
Each our arch nemesis
Fast forward twenty years
And then, we kissed
Today I think of your
Contributions closing the theater’s door
Putting together toasted bread
Ready for a child to be fed
Youngster wearing grape jelly
Face down to the belly
Laughing saying ‘this is great’
Not showing any hate
But Peanut Butter, it is you
Who makes the mid-day matinee ever so cool
Thank you for coming out of the nutty shell
I would like to tell
About the sandwich where you are
The star
Performing with a backup fruity band
Bringing in all your fans
Grabbing using two strong hands
Not really needing added ham
Applause when going into the mouth
Travelling stomach south
Toddler enjoying the mess
Never will they confess
Instead, go off to sleep
Napping counting Bo and Peep
Lovely sheep
Who once were said
Proclaimed Holy bread
God’s true lamb
Sacrificed when ended up caught in a jam
How much do we love
Our meal fitting like a glove
Getting it all over ourselves
Nutritious wealth
Giving us good health
Being simple as a chair
Lunchtime afternoon’s delightful affair
Always welcome on the stage
No matter what the audiences age
One day, a star said to the crescent in the sky,
"How do the people of our homeland admire you so beautifully?"
The crescent replied, "I have learned the ways of love and union,
But you are distant from it, suffering in foreign lands."
The star said, "I am also not happy with this homeland,
They see me as just a light of a distant future."
The crescent replied, "These people are intoxicated with love without equal,
But you do not share in their joys and happiness."
The star said, "I am lost in the imagination of my own time,
I have seen once, the flowers stained with blood."
Mittens,
Coat and hat.
Look at the bundle,
Can't move like that!
Momma said, "Stay wrapped up.
The air will burn."
How can that be?
The scarf wrapped up around my head.
I'm so wrapped up,
Can't even see.
Breathing in the warm air under there.
Boots over shoes.
Warm winter suit.
Stuck a carrot up my nose,
Stood outside.
A new snow man grows!
Scooped up,
Tied in the car.
No idea where I was going,
Or how far.
Pulled out,
Dumped in a chair.
Had finally arrived,
Still alive.
Momma said, " Hold still.
You're due for a haircut."
Held my breath,
Then turned blue.
What happen to my free will?
Comb approached in hand,
Scissors preparing to land.
Off came my locks,
Dumped on the floor.
Could feel the breeze,
As I ran for the door.
Momma said," Hold it right there!
Need to finish your hair."
Finish my hair?
With paint,
Or glitter?
A vast amount of locks gone.
Only induces me to carry on.
Out the door,
With half my hair very bare!
A yawn has caught me by surprise.
Screwed up my face,
With mouth opened wide.
See all the cavities and fillings inside.
Momma said," You need a nap!"
Nothing I could say,
Would get me away.
Off to my bed,
It would appear.
My once yearly nap,
I might miss something, I fear!
I'll pretend to sleep,
Close my eyes,
Not let out a peep.
Let out a small snore,
Before Momma closes the door.
Then I'll arise,
Play quietly inside.
Two hours later,
Much to my surprise,
I woke up on the floor.
The yawn defeated me again,
Theres' always tomorrow to fight it off to the end!
I used to love to pick my nose.
After 3,
Better than playing with my toes.
With a nose you see,
Each little crevasse has a surprise for me!
A goober,
A booger.
Nothing I would find amiss.
Cleanest nose in town,
Until Momma was around.
Momma said, "Don't pick your nose,
You might get it on my hose!
There are not gold doubloons in there,
Just goobers and boogers.
Perhaps a bit of hair."
But that's the whole point!
My boogers and goobers,
Are my snacks at night!
Mommas in bed.
It's dark,
No one will see.
Just me and my nose,
Boogers and goobers are free!
Settled in to eat the carrots.
Orange and very long.
They were Viking boats!
Sang a warrior's song.
Put lentils on the sides,
Brave warrior shields with green bean spears.
No one could hide.
Ready to land.
Floated across the gravy.
Mashed potatoes were near.
Landed in the fluff.
The monster stabbed them all.
Down the gullet they went.
Real quick!
Momma said, "Eat them all,
They will improve your eyes!"
Does that mean my eyes will glow?
Like the monster I have inside?
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