This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
today I met a bluebird
today I met a bluebird
she poked me with her beak
when I turned and yelled out “ouch!”
she began to speak...
she said her name was Susan,
she spoke with a big lisp
told me she had come to me
to grant me one fine wish
as I stood there slack-jawed
susan made a small sad sound
I noticed she was crying there
sitting on the ground
I asked “what is the matter?”
she bent up, looked at me
“because I talk in this weird way
I have no family...
I met a witch while wandering
looking for a home
she gave me magic powers
that’s how your wish was born”
I was quite surprised
by this bluebird’s twisted tale
not what you’re expecting
when out to grab the mail
I looked around and there decided
what my wish would be
I wished for Susan’s lisp to leave
and for her to find a tree...
a place where they would love her
where she would find her friends
where other birds chirped welcome
where her broken heart could mend
the rabbits!!
yesterday I blamed the squirrel
but another earns its own conferral
the rabbits!! — the beasts that bear a mention
who do deserve their own attention
they gnaw and chew and eat away
those flowers never will see the light of day
the squirrels
the squirrels are out of control
eating all wherever they go
the buds and the shoots and the tender green things
destruction and plunder — the gifts the squirrels bring
A Pete the Frog Story
Do you remember Pete the Frog?
He lives out back, under that log?
I have a quick story to tell —
how Pete put me under his spell.
Oops, did I forget to mention?
Pete is a magical frog.
Now I have your full attention!
One day I was out in the back
thinking about having a snack.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted —
felt like crunch was what I hunted.
Pete saw me making up my mind.
He croaked out loud “Eat what you find!”
“In fact there is a worm right there.
If you pull soft it will not tear.”
And even though I was surprised,
I leaned right down and scrunched my eyes,
I pulled that worm out of the ground
and showed old Pete what I had found!
He quickly used his tongue to grab
the little worm that I had nabbed.
So, Pete the Frog, he got a snack!
I stood there like a poor sad sack!
Pete then released me from his grip.
I walked inside and had some chips!
Pete the Frog
Would you like to meet
my new friend —
he’s called Pete!
Lives under a log
in my backyard —
he’s a frog!
His body is quite slimy
from far away —
just looks shiny!
He tells real funny jokes
the punchlines —
sound like croak!
He can smile when he tries
usually after —
catching flies!
Anyway, that is Pete
a better frog —
you will not meet!
the bird bus
here comes the bird bus
driving down the street
filled up with beaks
hear the sounds “tweet tweet tweet”
feathers flying everywhere
poop covers the floor
let the bus drive away
don’t want to see anymore
Bob the Squirrel
A squirrel lives by my house
I have named him Bob
He mostly does squirrel things
But in one way he is quite odd
He climbs and jumps on trees
He eats nuts, fruits and seeds
But when I go outside each morn
He seems to follow me
The odd one thing ‘bout Bob
What he loves the most
Not nuts or fruits or seeds or trees
But my hot buttered toast!!