Entries from August 2025 ↓

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.

When I hear the policeman’s siren, Sometimes I have a hunch That the policeman’s in a hurry ‘Cause he’s heading home for lunch. And when his lights are flashing First red then blue then red. Perhaps his wife has sent him Out after milk and bread.

A blackbird is the worst of singers, In concerts he cannot join in. He’s ridiculed at singing contests, With his harsh voice he cannot win. A maestro wished to help the bird And purchased a violin for him. The saddened blackbird soon found out, Chance of success with it was slim. A road of cobblestones […]

He was flying south for the winter. Ducks don’t know how to back-up. Too late he saw the TV tower. He had an awful quack-up!

He came to me, my college son, To tell me things that he had learned. It wasn’t how to pay his way, For self-support he’d always spurned. He said they taught the sun would die In just four hundred million years. I could see why he was concerned, And so I understood his fears. He […]