her gingerbread dust mite snaps
under couch with bands that zaps
hiding between bottle caps
folded with my city maps
under phone with oldie apps
her gingerbread dust mite snaps
try to locate them with claps
hear a ringtone, sounds like raps
lift the couch by holding flaps
under mess hits me like slaps
full of magic things that whaps
marmalade toast and toy that taps
her gingerbread dust mite snaps
oozing in, filling up gaps
slide against forgotten straps
under phone with oldie apps
Categories:
whaps, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Monorhyme
If I had a tiny box
A tiny box to hide my sox
I would find a tiny pen
to write a note
to my best friend
I would ask him out to play
But never on
A rainy day.
On rainy days
I like to sit
In hidy holes
Where I fit.
I like to hide on rainy days
And watch
black clouds all
Drift away.
The thunder tries
to call clouds back
but lightning whaps
them with a slap
And when the sun
sneaks out at last
I get my shoes
and run so fast
I run to find a little box
But must dump out
The little fox
There isn’t room
For fox and sox
So fox gets out
And in goes sox.
V. Anderson-Throop©2015
Categories:
whaps, childhood, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme