Category: Poetry

Oh little bee There on my nose, You want to sting, I do suppose. It’s your flower I mst agree… Didn’t see you Oh little bee. I just wanted One tiny sniff And not to cause This little tiff. You stand there in That wicked crouch… You won’t sting me, OUCH, OUCH, OUCH, OUCH!

At my class reunion, I said, “Lady, you look like Helen Brown.” “Well you don’t look so hot in blue” She answered with a hurtful frown.

This is the secret that Sally told me not to tell you. It is a secret, so I know that it’s true. She heard it from Billy who got it from Sue. It’s too good to keep. What else can I do? Sue heard it from Joe, who’s sick with the flu. Who he got […]

My mom has some real weird rules Of things she thinks I shouldn’t do. Like putting sand in Sister’s bed Or a green lizard in her shoe. Or what about what she told me Not to pull the old cat’s tail And not to make paper airplanes Out of Daddy’s important mail? And she said […]

I have a neighbor I don’t like He messes up my hair. He never does it to my sis And I don’t think that’s fair. A friend said I should mess his up, “Turn about” is what it’s called. “I can’t do that,” I told my friend, “Because my neighbor’s head is bald!”