Music box
Plays a tune
Morning, evening,
and afternoon.
Tinkly-plink,
I like to dance.
Plinky-tink,
In a trance.
On Vacation
On vacation,
We explore:
Beaches, restaurants,
Shops galore.
We tend to spend
A little more
On vacation
By the shore.
We explore:
Beaches, restaurants,
Shops galore.
We tend to spend
A little more
On vacation
By the shore.
Gift of Family
Wrapping paper
Is strewn about.
Best Christmas
Without a doubt.
The gifts were nice,
Under the tree.
But nothing's better
Than my family!
Is strewn about.
Best Christmas
Without a doubt.
The gifts were nice,
Under the tree.
But nothing's better
Than my family!
Santa's Pants
Santa's pants are snug.
Santa's pants are tight.
Too many cookies,
Worldwide last night.
Merry Christmas!
Santa's pants are tight.
Too many cookies,
Worldwide last night.
Merry Christmas!
The Man In Red
The man in red
On his sled
Is way ahead -
His foot is lead
So fast he sped.
Mother said,
"Go to bed!"
My bedspread
I fled,
Awaiting...
the
man
in
red.
On his sled
Is way ahead -
His foot is lead
So fast he sped.
Mother said,
"Go to bed!"
My bedspread
I fled,
Awaiting...
the
man
in
red.
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Biting Buttons
Biting buttons
On the couch.
Biting buttons
Cause an ouch.
Biting buttons
Are raised up.
Biting buttons
Hurt when you get up.
Biting buttons
Are a royal pain.
Biting buttons
I avoid in vain.
On the couch.
Biting buttons
Cause an ouch.
Biting buttons
Are raised up.
Biting buttons
Hurt when you get up.
Biting buttons
Are a royal pain.
Biting buttons
I avoid in vain.
Tis the Season
Tis the Season for
stockings and ice skates.
Tis the Season for
mittens and snow flakes.
Tis the Season for
bulbs and bright lights.
Tis the Season for
bells and cold nights.
Tis the Season for
holiday splendor.
Tis the Season -
we surrender.
Chocolate Temptation
I opened the door
To our fridge,
Lots of chocolate!
I wanted a smidge.
Mom made bonbons
For a Christmas gift.
I just wanted one -
I needed a lift.
I grabbed a piece,
In my mouth it went.
Mom saw my crime,
To bed I was sent.
To our fridge,
Lots of chocolate!
I wanted a smidge.
Mom made bonbons
For a Christmas gift.
I just wanted one -
I needed a lift.
I grabbed a piece,
In my mouth it went.
Mom saw my crime,
To bed I was sent.
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Path Pals
I jog the path,
Strangers jog by.
Out of breath
We wave, "hi".
Friendly folk
Trail exercise.
A healthy way
To socialize.
Strangers jog by.
Out of breath
We wave, "hi".
Friendly folk
Trail exercise.
A healthy way
To socialize.
Working Instead of Washing
Mom's forehead
Is furrowed.
In her work
She's burrowed.
She's writing
And thinking.
And needs a shower -
She's stinking.
Is furrowed.
In her work
She's burrowed.
She's writing
And thinking.
And needs a shower -
She's stinking.
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Holiday Lights
Mom and Dad
Hanging lights.
This activity
Causes fights.
Some light bulbs
Are burnt out.
Dad's screaming,
Mommy pouts.
Tis the season
To be jolly?
Hanging lights -
Parent's folly.
Hanging lights.
This activity
Causes fights.
Some light bulbs
Are burnt out.
Dad's screaming,
Mommy pouts.
Tis the season
To be jolly?
Hanging lights -
Parent's folly.
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Warm Winter
The calendar
Says December.
But the weather
Feels September.
Still wearing flip-flops
In all the hues.
Come January,
Will I need shoes?
Says December.
But the weather
Feels September.
Still wearing flip-flops
In all the hues.
Come January,
Will I need shoes?
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Off to the Library
Off to the library
I go, go, go.
I'm walking kinda
Slow, slow, slow.
Books in my arms
Overflow, flow, flow.
A book slips down -
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Caught it quick,
Saved my toe, toe, toe.
My muscles and brain
Grow, grow, grow.
Off to the library
I go, go, go.
I go, go, go.
I'm walking kinda
Slow, slow, slow.
Books in my arms
Overflow, flow, flow.
A book slips down -
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Caught it quick,
Saved my toe, toe, toe.
My muscles and brain
Grow, grow, grow.
Off to the library
I go, go, go.
Southwestern Critters
Scorpion tail-up,
Poised to strike.
Gila Monster waddles
Next to my bike.
Javelina munch
My barrel cactus.
Bobcat saunters,
Aloof with practice.
Rattlesnake suns
Near my trowel.
When I notice
I jump and howl.
Coyotes yip
Their eerie cries.
Around every rock,
Another surprise.
Southwestern life –
Full of critters.
Desert animals
Give me the jitters.
12/12/12
Thinking of a poem
About today's date,
Is not an easy task -
It is hard to create.
Not a lot rhymes
With the word twelve.
Into my mind's eye
I dive and I delve.
I decide to just enjoy today
Not for its distinct date,
But because it's a gift -
So I'll make it great!
About today's date,
Is not an easy task -
It is hard to create.
Not a lot rhymes
With the word twelve.
Into my mind's eye
I dive and I delve.
I decide to just enjoy today
Not for its distinct date,
But because it's a gift -
So I'll make it great!
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10 Minutes from a Bathroom
1, 2, 3...
I've got to pee.
4, 5, 6...
I'm in a fix.
7, 8, 9...
I moan and whine.
Finally 10,
Home again.
(Made it in time,
Feeling fine.)
I've got to pee.
4, 5, 6...
I'm in a fix.
7, 8, 9...
I moan and whine.
Finally 10,
Home again.
(Made it in time,
Feeling fine.)
Canine Thievery
I bounce my ball,
Bounce, bounce, bounce.
Here comes puppy,
Pounce, pounce, pounce.
Puppy runs fast,
Stop, stop, stop!
Look, a treat!
Plop, plop, plop.
I got my ball
Back, back, back.
Full of spit,
Ack, ack, ack!
Bounce, bounce, bounce.
Here comes puppy,
Pounce, pounce, pounce.
Puppy runs fast,
Stop, stop, stop!
Look, a treat!
Plop, plop, plop.
I got my ball
Back, back, back.
Full of spit,
Ack, ack, ack!
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Headstand
Feet in the air,
Without a care.
Upside down,
I see you frown.
I like the view,
From below you.
I ask, "What's wrong?"
Your scowl is strong.
I turn upright,
To avoid a fight.
At last you leave,
I roll my sleeves.
Feet in the air,
Without a care.
Without a care.
Upside down,
I see you frown.
I like the view,
From below you.
I ask, "What's wrong?"
Your scowl is strong.
I turn upright,
To avoid a fight.
At last you leave,
I roll my sleeves.
Feet in the air,
Without a care.
Not Quite Flight
Bobbing feathers,
Quail walk by.
A loud noise,
They try to fly.
Bellies bulging,
Wings not strong.
Quail can't fly -
They're proportioned wrong.
Quail walk by.
A loud noise,
They try to fly.
Bellies bulging,
Wings not strong.
Quail can't fly -
They're proportioned wrong.
Beware of Baby
Tickle baby
On the tummy,
Right after
Something yummy?
Baby giggles,
Face lights up,
Until - OOPS!
He spits up.
On the tummy,
Right after
Something yummy?
Baby giggles,
Face lights up,
Until - OOPS!
He spits up.
Humid Hair
I twirl my tresses
Around my finger.
Movie star locks,
I'm a dead ringer.
But once I go out
In the humid air,
Things get ugly -
Frizz-bomb hair.
Around my finger.
Movie star locks,
I'm a dead ringer.
But once I go out
In the humid air,
Things get ugly -
Frizz-bomb hair.
Lazy Sunday
It is Sunday,
Today I lounge.
In the cupboard
I nonstop scrounge.
I move slowly,
I feel lazy.
I lay about -
Drives Mom crazy.
Today passes
Slow and steady.
But for Monday,
I get ready.
Must find my books,
Must take a shower.
Must pack a lunch,
My mood turns sour.
Today I lounge.
In the cupboard
I nonstop scrounge.
I move slowly,
I feel lazy.
I lay about -
Drives Mom crazy.
Today passes
Slow and steady.
But for Monday,
I get ready.
Must find my books,
Must take a shower.
Must pack a lunch,
My mood turns sour.
Shopped Out
I can not handle
Going to another store.We shopped 'til we dropped,
Then we shopped some more.