Chase the train
Clickety clack
Got kissed by my aunt
Tickety smack
Starred at a cloud
Lie flat on my back
I call my little brother
Frickity frack
:::dcb
30 November 2008
CHICKEN CHANCE
There was a chicken that took a big chance.
And in front of a tiger that chicken did dance.
And he pranced and sang and skipped around the floor.
And now that chicken ain’t chicken no more.
:::dcb
And in front of a tiger that chicken did dance.
And he pranced and sang and skipped around the floor.
And now that chicken ain’t chicken no more.
:::dcb
29 November 2008
HANDLE
Sometimes a handle is strung to a kite
That flies through the sky
As we hold it with might.
Sometimes a handle is a hook on a “brelly”.
Sometimes a handle is the side of a belly.
Some handles are square like on my lunch box.
Some truckers have handles like 10-4 “Red Fox”.
The handle on the refrigerator helps me to open and close.
The handle on a pan is for handling, I suppose.
There’s a handle on my lunch bag when I roll the top tight.
The handlebars on my bike help me stay balanced upright.
Handling myself politely when I bump into the bully named Spike.
To handle with kid gloves is how I handle things I like.
The handle of a shovel.
The branch of a tree.
But the most popular one is when my sister says, “she can’t handle me”.
:::dcb
That flies through the sky
As we hold it with might.
Sometimes a handle is a hook on a “brelly”.
Sometimes a handle is the side of a belly.
Some handles are square like on my lunch box.
Some truckers have handles like 10-4 “Red Fox”.
The handle on the refrigerator helps me to open and close.
The handle on a pan is for handling, I suppose.
There’s a handle on my lunch bag when I roll the top tight.
The handlebars on my bike help me stay balanced upright.
Handling myself politely when I bump into the bully named Spike.
To handle with kid gloves is how I handle things I like.
The handle of a shovel.
The branch of a tree.
But the most popular one is when my sister says, “she can’t handle me”.
:::dcb
28 November 2008
FIGURE IT
It’s hard to build
A snowball in June
Or bask in the sun
By the light of the moon
But I'm figuring it out
And should have it soon
I'm staying in bed
'til way way past noon
Singing in silence
Still making a tune
Turning my bubble bath
Into a swimming lagoon
Playing 52 cards
With a wild baboon
Riding to school
In a water balloon
I'm working
And thinking
And figuring
Some more
I'm adding
And subtracting
And dividing by four
Go figure
Who knew
This would be
Such a chore
:::dcb
A snowball in June
Or bask in the sun
By the light of the moon
But I'm figuring it out
And should have it soon
I'm staying in bed
'til way way past noon
Singing in silence
Still making a tune
Turning my bubble bath
Into a swimming lagoon
Playing 52 cards
With a wild baboon
Riding to school
In a water balloon
I'm working
And thinking
And figuring
Some more
I'm adding
And subtracting
And dividing by four
Go figure
Who knew
This would be
Such a chore
:::dcb
HOPE FLOATS
Hope floats.
Boats floats.
Baby ducks and trucks floats.
Trucks float?
No they don’t.
Oh well, I should have used the bridge.
:::dcb
Boats floats.
Baby ducks and trucks floats.
Trucks float?
No they don’t.
Oh well, I should have used the bridge.
:::dcb
25 November 2008
THE FRISBEE PLATE
Walk past a flower
Bend down to smell it
Think up a rhyme
Speak out and tell it
For a really big word
Have someone help spell it
Write a letter to a friend
Go to the post box and mail it
Put a pie in the oven
And bake it
Mix some chocolate in your milk
And shake it
Friendship doesn’t happen
You’ll have to go make it
Use a plate to play Frisbee
And you will most certainly break it.
:::dcb
Bend down to smell it
Think up a rhyme
Speak out and tell it
For a really big word
Have someone help spell it
Write a letter to a friend
Go to the post box and mail it
Put a pie in the oven
And bake it
Mix some chocolate in your milk
And shake it
Friendship doesn’t happen
You’ll have to go make it
Use a plate to play Frisbee
And you will most certainly break it.
:::dcb
24 November 2008
ENTRANCE, ENTER, LET'S GO IN
Entrance, Enter and Let’s Go In
The fingers on our hands are ready to begin
I have a place I go sometimes
To think of thoughts uniquely mine
Sometimes I change the place I go
Sometimes I don’t but who will know?
I am ready to begin.
:::dcb
The fingers on our hands are ready to begin
I have a place I go sometimes
To think of thoughts uniquely mine
Sometimes I change the place I go
Sometimes I don’t but who will know?
I am ready to begin.
:::dcb
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