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Plink, plink!

Friday, March 21st, 2008

Plink, plink, plink, plink
Water drips into the sink
It’s hard for me to think and think
With water dripping, plink, plink.

Drip, drip, drip, drip
I’m going crazy, I’m going to flip
Into a sleep I’ll never slip
With that water going drip.

Bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop
The waters filled the sink like soup
From this night I won’t recoup
With water dripping bloop, bloop.

Tigers and Monkeys Took Over My Room

Sunday, November 4th, 2007

Tigers and monkeys took over my room,
Just when mommy had given me the broom,
To clean up the mess all over my floor,
That got so deep, she couldn’t open my door.

Elephants and giraffes got in my way,
And stopped me from cleaning so I could play,
I tried to say no but what could I do,
When into my room marched the whole zoo.

Iguanas and eagles fought at my feet,
I had work to do but they wanted to eat,
So I said, “Enough, enough! Get out of my room!”
“My mother will kill me if I don’t clean up soon!”

Bears and big horns knocked me flat on my butt,
With all this commotion, my mom said, “What’s up!”
I must be in trouble, I am certainly doomed,
For the whole day has passed, and I haven’t cleaned my room.

I got my shot

Thursday, August 2nd, 2007

I went to the doctor to get my shot
It hurt a little, but not a lot

Because I was good and didn’t fight
Mom and Dad took me for a bite

I ate biscotti, drank chocolate milk
The drink was cold and smooth as silk

Now I’m shopping for toys and stuff
So getting a needle’s not so tough

Toast me a Tart

Monday, June 4th, 2007

There are certainly days when I don’t feel silly,
Funny or happy or plain willy-nilly.

On the days that lack a humorous start,
I get out the toaster and toast me a tart.

And once the sugar from that tart kicks in,
It gets me all giddy, puts my mind in a spin.

Until suddenly I need to break into song,
And go prancing and bouncing and dancing along.

Out the front door I sing and I dance,
While the neighbors suspect I’ve got ants in my pants.

But I don’t care, I shall do it some more,
I bound as the sweat from my brow starts to pour.

I’ll go for as long as my feet don’t give in,
I’ll dance and I’ll prance like stopping’s a sin.

My voice will go dry before I give up,
My legs will go weak when I’ve had enough.

Just when I think I could go on all day,
The truth of the matter gets in the way.

I haven’t a tart in the fridge or the drawer,
I haven’t a tart in the pantry no more.

Now I’m not happy or plain willy-nilly,
It is days like these when I don’t feel silly.

Magic Land

Monday, May 14th, 2007

A little boy and his unicorn, in a magic land they be,
Stopped to rest from a magic quest, beneath a magic tree.

“Exuse,” said he, the magic tree, “your stepping on my boot.”
And sure enough, when they got up, a boot was on his root.

“Why do you wear a boot, when you have no place to go,”
Said the boy, “I may not be too bright, but at least this much I know.”

Said the unicorn to the boy, “Because he’s got ambition,
“so he’s running on the spot to help him with his weight loss mission.”

“He can’t lose weight,” exclaimed the boy, “I can’t see how he’d do.”
“The tree might think he’s hefty, but he’s slight for 102.”

The unicorn and the little boy, heard the old tree say
“The boot is on my root to stop you crushing it all day!”