HAROLD BAFFINGTON PENDULUM STEED

February 11, 2017

Harold Baffington Pendulum Steed possessed everything he ever would need. A bowl, a pencil, an owl, and a bead, a long thin potato and a spiced pumpkin seed, and a river of gold nurtured the greed of Harold Baffington Pendulum Steed.

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PRINDELILAH HASTINGS

December 28, 2016

Prindelilah Hastings never was in sight. She hid all day under hay and crept out in the night. She always carried a jar of tar and a stick with which to write, ‘Prindelilah Hastings was here! Oh yes! That’s right!’

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THE RUNCIBLE SPOON

May 22, 2015

‘I’ve heard it said you’re runcible,’ said the old man to the spoon. ‘I fear it’s true,’ the spoon replied, ‘since the cow and the dish and the moon.’

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JILL – A NONSENSE POEM

March 19, 2015

Once Jill was lost on a mountain Once Jill was trapped in a fountain Once Jill was captured by geese Once Jill was jailed by her niece Therefore, naturally Jill now lives perched in a tree

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CRANBERRIES 3

December 5, 2014

We are the cranberries 3 Not one of us has a knee We live in a log not far from the bog And dine on peppermint tea – We are the cranberries 3 You won’t find us climbing a tree We roll all around the nice soggy ground The finest of berries are we, are […]

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THE LITTLE GREEN MAN AND THE TAMBOURINE

April 19, 2014

A little man dressed in green played upon a tambourine. He slipped near the edge, took a tumble and a fall, crawled under the door and into the hall. He was oh so tiny. He was oh so small. There’s no more to tell. It’s over. That’s all.

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THE LABBIMIST

April 16, 2014

That wall of fog with fingers is the wily labbimist. Shun its cloudy twinings. On this I must insist. For if it should enfold you in its milky sightless seep captured there forever you’ll be lost like Bo Peep’s sheep.

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RANCE MARL AND THE IT, ITS, IT’S POEM

April 14, 2014

It’s a walking, talking pile of rocks Rance Marl is its name It doesn’t own a pair of socks It’s not afraid of flame It’s said to be a marvelous guide On one of its boulders you may ride

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THE MUD HEN

April 10, 2014

the mud hen is a stubborn bird it won’t come when you call you must lure it with a song and dance while balanced on a ball

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THE RHYMING BANDIT

April 7, 2014

Reach for the ceiling Reach for the floor Reach for the window next to the door Reach for the sky Reach for the sea Reach for the bird on the top of that tree Reach for the dog Reach for the cat Reach for your money and put it in my hat

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