Waking up for school was hard enough,
still half asleep not ready for the bus,
breakfast on the dot,
snap, crackle and pop,
noisy Rice Krispy's helping us wake up.
My basketball sneakers could make me fly
In fourth grade I could jump so high
I wasn't the best on the team
But I was in my dream
With those shoes, I swear I could touch the sky.
Once was a gal who felt so alone
Tornato came up rooted farms home
Landed on wicked witch
Munchkins came out of ditch
Gave dog lollypops instead of bone
Saw a stage play of the WIZARD OF OZ
At our local theatre, didn't expect it, I was in awe
Extremely well done
So enjoyable and fun
My hat is off to these performers and a big hurrah
© Jack Ellison 2016
He looked so darned small at the plate
For the pitch he just couldn't wait
Got a high fast ball
He swung for the wall
You'r out! But to mom he did great!
For the Favorite Sport contest....
It's a picture of Lucas and me.
We're cuties you have to agree.
The love that we share
with our Mom "Randa Bear",
is in the smile on my face that you see.
Poet: Ralph Taylor 5/2/11
Contest: Brotherly Love
There once was a dream in my sleep
I was out in the fields with my sheep
I wanted to pee
Let it out with glee
I woke up with in a puddle in my keep.
Tis splendor in the grass these coming summer days
America’s youth can have their privileged adolescent ways
Swimming and playing or simply being laid back
They have little worries without any teacher’s flack
Enrich they youngish self before the inevitable groans of early Mondays
There once was a boy, named Abdul;
Went to get a job, fresh out of school
All dressed up like July,
With a bow and a tie;
But left his fly open, what a fool!
A baby, pious, was born by aide
He named it Gaias, and felt like a jade
While he cried,
Cause mommy died.
His wife hired yet another maid
I handed toddler sour pickle
I bribed him with a shiny nickel
Took a little bite
And to my delight
His puckered face, gave me a tickle
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl SMuzzey
When I was a child of nine
I thought I had all the time
Time to live and be happy
Time to fish with my pappy
But death had crossed the line
A cuddly toy Mr Edward Bear
a boy's comfort joy and fresh air,
lost his ear one stormy night
the dog jumped in to bed in fright,
the button on his neck gone where?
@ Harry J Horsman 2013
Oh there once was a bird in the sky
Till he said " I am Hungry Oh MY!"
He hopped on the ground
Till a fat worm was found
Then he swallowed it up with a sigh.
I love decorating the Christmas tree
And lingering in ornament memories
A snowman I made
Back in 2nd grade
Reminds me of childhood glee and snow dreams
As this poem was being written,
A small boy appeared to be smitten.
He loved his baby brother,
But then he asked his mother,
‘Please can we swap him for a kitten?’
24th April 2011
Those days when the hours fluttered by
Like the wings of a bright butterfly.
Suntanned skin and bare feet--
And the breeze was as sweet
As the fragrance of blueberry pie.
There once was a terrible whinger
Whose hair was incredibly ginger
No one liked him at all
So he ran off from school
And went out to train as a ninja
is no good,
chop him up,
for fire wood.
a rhyme my mum used to sing to me when i was a child?
That woman there is my mama
Make her mad means certain trauma
With deadly aim
Your butt she'll claim
Its all part of mama's drama!
Taken from the phrase..
If mama's not happy, nobody's happy!
For Joe's contest.
There once was a sweet girl named Doris
who kept a big pet brontosaurus
All day long they would play
after which they would pray
and sing the Hallelujah Chorus
*With thank-yous to Ms Mary Druce and Georg Handel.
Fine horses they ride through the glen
A beautiful maid sleeps within
Brambles hold them at bay
Letting love find the way
Even knights give up in the end
"Rock, Paper, Scissors" played with my brother
We'd usually fight, then here came mother
I'll thump your head!
Now off to bed!
While our giggles we'd try to smother
Dad let his beard grow
he said the horns
show his man.
There once was a dog by name of Tiger
She belonged to Kendricks who acquired her
Doris brushed her teeth each week
With Jr.'s tooth brush so meek
When he learned, said, "Why?"..(She)I did not want mine dirtied sir..
In honor of Brian Strand....