Sunday, June 5, 2011

Fuzzy Wuzzy

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear,
Until they made him shave.
Turns out, with no facial hair,
He’s just some guy named Dave.

Stinky Winky was a skunk,
Until they made him shower.
With no foul and fetid funk,
He lost his special power.

Shockey Wockey was an eel,
His spark for life abounded.
’Til they made him power down—
And now he’s grim and grounded.

So go be fuzzy, go be stinky
Go be shocking, too!
Go be loud and kooky-crazy!
Go on and be YOU!

The Summit

Here at the summit it’s frosty and clear—
I am on top of it all!
This is the life for a true mountaineer,
Perched thirty thousand feet tall!

Look at the landscape—it’s tiny below!
Worries are lost in the breeze.
Each tiny moment goes by super slow,
Here up above the tall trees.

Nothing to bother me, nothing annoys,
My isolation’s complete.
Just a few frisbees and footballs and toys
Gathered around by my feet.

Off in the distance I hear a voice call,
“Inside!” it says, then starts countin’.
Oh climbing the roof was no trouble at all,
But it just might be tricky dis-mountain!