Saturday, May 28, 2011

They Said


They said I was an airhead, that I was a bit insane.
I’d like to think, instead, I have a pinwheel for a brain.
And when the whistling wind seeks out my ears beneath my curls,
My brain spins all its colors as it swirls and twirls and squirrels.

They said I was bananas, that I was a little nutty.
I said, “Well, that’s a recipe for perfect muffins, buddy!
And while we’re in the kitchen, while we wait for them to bake,
You’ll see I’m sly as pumpkin pie, as cracked as crazy-cake!”

They said my mind’s in orbit, that I’m such a space cadet.
And in reply I tried to fly, then sighed and said “Not yet…”
But someday I will dance on stars and then, for what it’s worth,
I’ll send a postcard back from Mars to little them on Earth.

They said I’m strange, they said I’m odd, a windmill-tilting knight.
They said I’m weird and so bizarre—I’m proud to say they’re right!

Dear Diary


Dear Diary, I met this boy.
He's cute as cute can be.
I really really like him,
And I think he's into me!

He's got the most amazing eyes!
They're huge, and how they glitter!
The way he won't stop staring
Sets my heartbeat all a-twitter!

He's captain of the swim team
Or he could be, if he tried.
His flippy feet propel him
With a gentle, graceful glide.

He's serious, not like those boys
Who always crack a joke.
He rarely says a thing at all,
Just sighs a little "croak."

His skin is sleek and shiny
It's the smoothest that I've seen.
And such a pretty color, too!
A lovely shade of green!

Oh someday I will make him mine!
My love he can't resist!
(I hope this turns out better than
Those other frogs I kissed!)

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Listen


It's quiet in the woods tonight, 
A stillness chills the air.  
The wind is hushed, the moon is bright, 
There's silence everywhere. 

No rustling leaves, no chirping birds, 
No quacking of the ducks.  
No "Howl," no "Who," no other words, 
No squirrelly little clucks. 

But if you just keep listening, 
And if you're really quiet, 
You'll hear the starlight glistening. 
So go ahead, and try it. 

Just turn your ears up to the sky 
And breathe a little slower.  
It starts like chimes from up on high, 
Then sighs, and spreads out lower. 

And pretty soon the world around 
Is strumming like guitars.  
The trees, the roots, the air, the ground 
Are humming with the stars. 

So let your worries all disperse, 
And join them for a while.  
Just listen to the universe, 
And close your eyes, and smile. 

Teacher's Round


Rows, rows, fix those rows!
Straighten out your chairs!
Quietly, quietly, quietly, quietly!
There's a class downstairs!

Quiz, quiz, take your quiz!
Books beneath your seat!
Keep your eyes in front of you!
Only cheaters cheat!

Hands, hands, raise your hands!
Always wait your turn!
Listen when I talk to you!
Don't you want to learn?

Grades, grades, check your grades!
Last day of the year!
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily!
Summertime is here!

Saturday, May 14, 2011

I Looked


I looked on the shelves and I looked on the floor.
I looked in the place where I had it before.
I looked in the crannies, I looked in each nook.
I looked in the back of a scratch-and-sniff book.
I looked in the car, in the house, in the park.
I looked where the demon trees glow in the dark.
I looked on the moon and I looked in the stars,
I looked in a field of electric guitars.
I looked in some places I oughtn’t to mention,
I looked in a fish from another dimension.
And then, once again, though I’d looked there already,
I looked on the Mountain of Mango Spaghetti.
I looked and I looked and I looked and I looked!
I looked ’til the universe almost unhooked!
I might look forever! It’s so hard to find!
How careless of me to keep losing my mind!

Can I Keep Him?


Oh please can I keep him?
He followed me home!
I’ll wash him, I’ll feed him,
I won’t let him roam!

I’ll make him a bed,
And I’ll clean out his bowl.
Oh please, let me keep him—
My baby Black Hole!

He won’t make a problem,
He won’t make a mess,
He won’t cause more clutter—
In fact, he’ll cause less!

Whatever you feed him,
He’ll never get full—
He’s got such a strong
Irresistible pull!

He won’t share your secrets,
However surprisin’—
They won’t travel on from
His event horizon.

He’ll keep me from sunburns!
He’ll eat every ray!
You’ll save on my sunscreen!
Oh please, can he stay?

You’ll try to resist him
To not let me win,
But look at this cutie—
He just draws you in!

My baby Black Hole
Gives me such satisfaction.
Just step a bit closer—
You’ll feel the attraction!

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Errand Errors


I ordered an extra-large smoothie—
That’s not what I ought to have said!
The barber just smiled, let his clippers go wild,
And shaved all the hair off my head!

I went to the juice shop much later.
I said, “Just a bit off the top.”
The juice guy, alas, drank from everyone’s glass,
And no one could get him to stop!

The next place I went was no better—
I said, “Do a balance check, please.”
It took no repeating—the baker stopped kneading
And knocked me right down to my knees!

“Put some dough in a bag,” at the next place.
I swear that I didn’t mean harm!
I just wanted bread—that’s the next thing I said!
But the bank teller hit the alarm!

And that is what happened, your honor!
It’s just like I told the reporter!
I’ve learned a big lesson—the next time, I’m guessin’
I’ll run all my errands in order!

Fancy Pants


I'm putting on my fancy pants—
They’re special as can be!
Oh no one else has pants that are
Quite like the ones on me!

My fancy pants are purple,
My fancy pants have stripes.
My pants have lots more buttons
Than the plain non-fancy types.

The buttons go right down the front.
I counted them—there’s eight!
They button in a row, and so
The closing part stays straight.

The pocket flaps are upside-down—
They’re just for decoration.
But still, I love my fancy pants!
A fashion celebration!

I’m just a bit confused, though,
By the big hole for my bottom.
It seems to have a collar, too.
I wonder why it’s got ’em?

I’ll go and ask my friend next door—
I guess it couldn’t hurt.
I just adore my fancy pants!
Has someone seen my shirt?

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Riddle


What has a mouth, but cannot speak? 
What has four wheels and flies? 
What has a dish, but never eats? 
A bed, but never lies?   

What walks upon all fours at night 
But walks on five at noon? 
What sparkles in the summer sun 
And shimmers ’neath the moon?   

What’s old today but young tomorrow? 
What’s both clean and dirty? 
What is lighter than the breeze, 
But solid, strong, and sturdy?   

What smells a lot but has no nose? 
What’s eyeless, but can see? 
What’s conquering your planet now? 
You guessed them all—it’s me!

Enough


Billy’s sideburns were too long, 
So he got the trimmers. 
Now his head is shiny-smooth! 
It glows and glints and glimmers!   

Susie’s salad was too bland, 
So she got some dressing. 
Now’s she’s got a bowl of soup— 
It’s really quite depressing!   

Katie’s guppy was too small, 
So she overfed it. 
Now she’s got a mega-shark! 
Would someone care to pet it?   

Joey’s music was too quiet, 
So he turned it louder. 
Now his walls are shaking, 
And they’re crumbling into powder!   

Andy’s poem was too long, 
It bothered all his friends. 
So he just stopped writing it, 
And now it never