THE BOWLING BALL AND THE POPSICLE

February 20, 2017
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The bowling ball and the popsicle met on the path to the palace.   Said the bowling ball to the popsicle, ‘Would you believe that my name is Alice?’   Said the popsicle to the bowling ball, ‘Why not if you so say?’   ‘Because,’ replied the bowling ball, ‘my actual name is Fay.’   […]

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JOHNNY OATCAKE

October 10, 2016
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My name is not something you buy in a store, Oh, Johnny Oatcake, My name is not something you find on the floor, Oh, Johnny Oatcake, Instead my name’s something found high in the sky, Oh, Johnny Oatcake, Weather Satellite Remington Bligh, Oh,Johnny Oatcake.

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THE SASH – A NONSENSE POEM

March 8, 2016
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He wove a sash of chocolate He wove a sash of ice When asked to choose which one to wear He said, ‘They’re both so nice. I’ll wear them stuck together with a paste made out of rice.’ And off he went down the lane trotting like a collie He paused beside a prickly bush […]

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REGINALD SPOONMERRY

November 18, 2015
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Reginald Spoonmerry went off to swim wearing a hat with a vastly wide brim. The hat, it was blue where it fit on his head, but the rim all around was immensely quite red. Shouting ‘Hurrah!’ and ‘Bumpeddy bump!’ Reginald Spoonmerry did in the sea jump. His hat floated off and sailed out of sight. […]

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SPRING POEM

April 8, 2015
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For being the first to awaken, I gave her a copper penny. She bowed her thanks politely and told me her name was Jenny.

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TAMMY, THE TREE

October 14, 2013

Tammy’s neighbors gossiped, kept up a constant whine. Tammy’s neighbors wondered why she never toed the line. The orders weren’t muddled. In fact, they were quite clear. Gold was the chosen color for all the leaves this year.

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MAURICE SENDAK’S BIRTHDAY

June 10, 2013

Where The Wild Things Are is quite a good book. If you haven’t read it, you should take a look. Or go to the opera. They made one, you know. It’s a rip tearing snort of a sing songy show. You’ll enjoy it best from the very first row.

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THE EIDERDOWN PILLOW DISASTER

January 11, 2013
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There is a snowman on my head. I’m wearing socks, one blue, one red, hopping on one foot into town clutching a pillow of eiderdown. – The pillow bursts and feathers fly. How did this happen? Why, oh why? The snowman melts. I slink from town covered in fluffs of eiderdown.

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WHILE PONDERING A RHYME FOR THIMBLE

December 25, 2012
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While pondering a rhyme for thimble, reject at all costs using bimble. Your brain might be considered nimble if it went with a word like symbol, the same, but different, from cymbal. There is, of course, no word spelled simble which brings us back to the unword bimble which you must not rhyme with thimble.

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