Entries from December 2023 ↓

I used Mommy’s lipstick, I used Mommy’s perfume. You could smell me coming From clear across the room. I used Mommy’s shower And I used Mommy’s soap. Mommy won’t smell me now, At least that’s what I hope!

A rub-a-dub-dub Twelve boys in a tub. Mom stuffed us in here For our weekly scrub. We scrubbed and we washed But have little hope Of getting real clean Someone lost the soap.

I have charcoal for my eyes Stuck on my frozen head. My stomach’s big and round You’d think I’d been well fed. I won’t be here for long It could be just a day. One thing I’d like to know Before I melt away, I’ve charcoal lumps for buttons And a carrot for my nose, […]

If there’s a land without grownups, I think I would like to go there ‘Cause grown-ups boss us kids around And I don’t think that that is fair. To have a land without grown-ups Would certainly be kind of neat. But there’re times we might miss them, ‘Cause they make better things to eat.

I have a little stick horse That I like to ride about. It is the world’s best stick horse, I have very little doubt. I ride it in the kitchen And in every other room. But I must stop riding now Because Mother needs her broom!