oh, crumb beneath my keyboard key
your like bread but not like tea
I saw you once last Friday night
you glowed like beige electric light
your crusty soul is effervescent
like soup that joined a family crescent
your melancholy little face
has linty dreams of outer space
I poked you with my favorite pen
you ran away like 7 men
you scooted left, you scooted right
then shouted nothing in the night
my heart became a velvet spoon
it sang at noon beneath the moon
your fragrant silence hurt my toe
although my toe was down below
o crumb. my crumb my desks delight
you haunt my snacks with snacky might
a sandwich died to let you be
now you live rent free under E
the laptop fan began to roar
it blew you toward my bedroom door
you rolled beside a dusty sock
then married it beside a clock
the clock said tick, the sock said blue
the crumb said " I am missing you"
I cried one tear in my exam
then wrote your name upon a yam
so, sleep dear crumb in dusty doom
beside the dust bunny in my room
the world may laugh, the chairs may fight
but you dear crumb, you take flight
Would a snack-happy
happy snacker
with a snacky itch to scratch
be a happy snacker
if he snacked a happy snack
such as a happy cracker
or could there be a catch
as it was not enough
healthy happy snacky stuff
and he'd need something to munch
with a much more succulent crunch
a Grannie Smith or Golden Delic'
a happy snack-like pick
happily snackily
should really do the trick
It may seem whacky
But Mama got happy
When Jimmy & Jackie
Ate their snacky
Then took a nappy
There's a monster in my closet,
But I am not afraid.
I even offered him some toast
With orange marmalade.
I lie there in the dark,
And listen to him munch.
I think he likes to nibble
For I never hear a crunch.
There's a monster in my closet.
I told my mom and dad.
They simply asked if he was good,
Or if he was bad.
He's very, very quiet.
He hardly makes a peep.
I listen for the longest time
Until I'm fast asleep.
There's a monster in my closet.
Scamper! Scurry! Squeak!
I hide under the blankets,
And then I take a peek!
I use my trusty flashlight.
A shadow's on the wall.
His body is so big and fat.
His head is very small.
There's a monster in my closet.
I toss my teddy bear.
I toss my favorite nursery rhymes.
I toss my underwear!
So father did some searching,
Especially for me.
It wasn't long before he made
A big discovery!
"There's a monster in your closet!
But do not be afraid."
And then he headed for the fridge.
"I'll fix this renegade!"
He put a little cheese
In a tiny little trap,
And caught a little mouse
With a sneaky, snacky... SNAP!
Perky, pesky, pretty-petite;
yippy, yappy, always-in-need-of-a-treat.
Loving, lazy, little-lump;
Cutie, cuddly, see-how-high-I-can-jump?
Spoiled, sneaky, snacky snoot,
Munching on old chips, teething on mum's leather boot,
overly-sweet, oogling oaf,
maybe-just-a-bite-or-perhaps-the-whole-loaf.
Spinach pie and feta cheese
And grape leaves stuffed with rice
Formed the basis for a lunch
That really was so nice.
Eggplant dip, tzatziki sauce
And salad, smartly dressed
And served with olives; who could ever
Sit there unimpressed?
Sliced up chicken, pita bread
Plus other dips and cheese
Made a meal which all could see
Was meant to sate and please.
Of course, there also was dessert
And snacky treats before,
The kind of food that fills you up
But still, you eat some more.
So thank you, Pam, my hostess friend,
For starting off my week
With a lovely luncheon, filled with dishes
Tasty, fresh and Greek!
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