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With 26 days left of school,
The teachers of 5th grade
Devised a list for every day
And thus a plan was made.
So following the alphabet,
Each date has something set.
Today, Adventure Day was
Most exciting, I would bet.
For all 5th graders got to tour
The middle school to see
Exactly where, when school begins
Next year, they’re going to be.
On other dates they’ll get to have
Some X-tra time to play
Or perform a singing Broadway show
On special Music day.
The countdown goes to Zero
Since they’ll graduate and then,
In middle school a longer countdown
Will begin again.
Bear is lollygagging next to wolf, who is snoring big time.
Mama deer is watering daisies, I think some are mine.
All the breads and cheese have made the animals feel tired.
Two mice are comfortable, but the salamander is wired.
Crow and cardinal have made a little separate picnic spread.
Bread and wine are plentiful, the wine a champagne red.
Dragonfly and damselfly easily slice the pinwheel bread.
Butterflies land on every petal, the wren easily said.
The picnic is a huge success, no fights, nothing to fear.
Bear devours the popcorn chain, saying “Let’s meet again next year.”
Some of the animals laugh at this thought.
Because they do this every year, it always sought.
deep in the underbrush of the ying ying forest
there is a path of posies and a faerie named Norest.
Norest has prettied up her home with window boxes, each with a lily.
Her home has fluffy comforters, warm tapestries, and a parrot who is silly.
Once a year she holds an autumn tea for her favorite people.
They play finger games like “here’s the church, and here’s the steeple."
Norest is a hostess who bakes tasty pies, scones and fruitcakes.
Sometimes she adds banana splits and berry power shakes.
No one wants her smoothies, they are orange and green.
But if we are going to honor a hostess, in Ying Ying she is the queen.
Unfortunately, her parrot can be beyond silly, sometimes he is mean.
Often her guests run out screaming, never again to be cherished or seen.
Carbon human lives address, express ideas? debate caress'
All mammals made of carbon too' walk and live some are; confined to zoo's, a manmade place to observe
And gather; revenue in that preserve' yet now a human
Zoo is planned, with vax and chip in many lands, maybe
Worming ? with casteration.? A tax on living? The new
Sensation' your footprint eyeprint, what you may eat.? this
To be called utopia' do you find it neat? One great big zoo
Where you'll be learned, to accept without question or
You will; be spurned.' Oh what releif.' At least a choice.! To
Stand in reality, the only recourse' free will; free thought i'd
Rather choose.' than plastic inhumanity's ill fitting shoes.'
So scorn and scoff, threaten of death.' I'll stand and fight
For my right to the breadth, and the height; also the depth
Of Gods creation, all its richness its behests, in a universe
That has no end! what say you reader? What thoughts
Impend.?
It was November first, Hedgehog Grandpa’s birthday.
"We’ve got to be going!" Mom was yelling that day.
The one that was keeping us back was brother Gay.
A slow poke again, on that cool Saturday.
"I am leaving now." The voice was loud, from Dad.
"I am right behind you!" I yelled. My name is Thad.
My mother was holding a gift, so that is rad.
Because it is the birthday of H.G., our granddad.
As we headed down to Gramp’s tree, Gay caught up.
He had six excuses, most of them about having to sup.
He was still carrying a bit of toast and a coffee cup.
"When we get there," Dad said “You had better shape up!”
Grandpa came to the door and yelled “I’ll be!”
If anyone acted surprised ever, it was certainly he.
We do this every year, but still this pleased thee.
“Happy birthday!” I yelled to Grandpa. He said "You surprised me!"
Timmy Titmouse had two loves, both faeries, and delightful.
The differences between them were miniscule, not insightful.
They were both empathetic, kind, and they always loved him so.
Timmy had trouble thinking about just one, both of them glow.
Why not find another titmouse? His parents asked in a stern way.
He did his best, but always came back to faeries, at end of day.
Pink Faerie was nurturing, she had fixed his injured paw.
Blue Faerie was a joy to observe, on her mushroom named Daw.
He liked them both ever so much, for they had been totally kind.
He also like it that both of them had a soft heart and inquiring mind.
Why not another titmouse? His brothers and his sister asked him.
He would think of this when he was running track in the gym.
Why is it always faeries? He asked himself. Why not another titmouse?
Hi there! Someone said. He turned and stared at the Faerie named Touse.
Touse was a red faerie, and she had a smile that lit up the room.
They were soon conversing on FaceTime and Zoom.
Now there were three faeries, and Timmy Titmouse loved them all.
His parents kept begging for grandchildren, and he had to stall.
Why not a titmouse? His grandma asked, irritated and kind of mean.
But Timmy was a connoisseur of faeries, they were each his dream.
Laughing, dancing, having the time of her life,
Faerie Fun went from mushroom house to toadstool cottage,
Spreading joy,
Playing with everyone
In a kind and pleasant way.
There was going to be no sadness
In Faerie Forest today if she could help it.
It is up to me, she said.
I am the catalyst for happiness today.
She ate breakfast with the Nymph family,
And they laughed about silly stuff,
But no people.
She watched Lila Leprechaun’s Lilliput dance,
And she clapped and clapped while
Mama Leprechaun took care of the
Unhappy baby. Baby calm. All is well.
Faerie Fun was soon skipping
Up the walk to the most challenging
House of all.
Change your attitude! She warned herself.
Change your attitude!
Her jaw was clamped tightly shut now, and she
Was already filled with dread.
Pixie Dust! Her internal voice yelled. NOW!
The sparkly particles surrounded her, and settled down all over her, calming her instantly, and
Changing her attitude from not-so-great to wonderful.
Before she left Grump-Eater’s house, he gave her a long, lingering hug. No one gets me like you, he said.
Progress at last.
Sometimes it is simply a matter of us changing our attitude.
Magnificent marauders masquerading magically might mean
Messy mollusks masticate marbled marigolds momentarily.
Maybe.
Moreover, momentous mosquitoes might make marvelous mini-muffins mixing marmalade momentarily.
Meanwhile
Minnie made monthly memories merely medicating masses
Mediocre men mysteriously manufactured man-made missals
Might mean
Millionaires mystify magical muggles’ meager melodies making
Magnifying, mollifying mortifying mind-blowing majestic missives.
Moreover,
Mummies, mammograms, mushrooms, minks, musicians,
Models, maestros, minions, muskrats, merry men
May
Momentarily medicate marvelously magnificent marauders.
Meanwhile
Mary May memorize multiplication minimizing
Mark’s Mother’s marmalade mini-muffin memory.
M might make momentous mountain-mincing molehill.
When I was nine the Little Remco Red Spinning Wheel was out.
Every Saturday morning it was shown to be the best toy since Barbie.
My mother secretly ordered it for Christmas; my heart gave a shout.
I told every friend I was getting it – Lois, Patty, Stumpy, and Arbie.
Christmas, and there was no Little Remco Red Spinning Wheel for me.
Every girl child in America except my identical twin wanted it you see.
I was devastated, annoyed, upset, disappointed, and instantly sad.
Only one who did not notice was probably my Christmas-loving Dad.
No teacher was politically correct then, Mrs.Tot was certainly not.
We kids took turns standing beside our desk, telling everything we got.
Susie S. listed about sixty thousand things that day and then said.
The stupidest gift I got was a little Remco spinning wheel, Red.
My ears flushed, my face hot, I was jealous as I had ever been.
I knew not to even glance at Magill, my all-knowing identical twin.
My heart knew jealousy that day like I have never known again.
Thinking about Susie S. to this day makes my heart give an angry spin.
few people could tiptoe through the tulips with this kind of pizazz
we watched her doing it, and laughed at our cousin Jazz
She has some kind of magic, a kind of razz-a-ma-tazz
This was said by our Uncle the amazing Mr. Morazz
Jazz has a way that includes everyone, the thick and the thin.
she delights me, my giant smile goes almost down to my chin
Her hair is flying into the air, the garden seems to wear a grin
She makes looking terrific easy, says our mutual cousin, Little Finn
we watch her tiptoe through the garden, and the flowers glow.
She is lithe and lively, pretty at all times, red roses sway to and fro
Jazz makes the garden come alive, says our favorite Uncle Joe.
How she brings about such joy, we may never fully know.