Category: Poetry

I built a big sand monster On the beach down by the sea. It was so big and ugly That it even frightened me! I think it would have caught me, When I went back there next day, If a big humongous wave Hadn’t washed it all away.

Kings and queens Wear under things; Presidents wear Briefs or boxers. First ladies once Were silly Bobby-Soxers. The Pope, I do suppose, From time to time Must pick his nose. Why tell you this? My reason’s simple. I woke up this morning With a great big pimple!

My mother said, If she were me, She wouldn’t play With a bumble bee. But she’s not me, What does she know? It can’t sting me, It’s much too slow. “Don’t make it mad”, My mother said. It chased her out Of the flower bed. It can’t catch me, No way – no sir! I […]

“You have your wedding ring on the wrong finger.” I told her, when I was introduced to Fran. “I know it’s on the wrong finger”, she said, It’s there because I married the wrong man!

I’m going to tell the reason Tall Tony is no longer tall. One day he found a magic hat While he was hunting for his ball. At first he wished for little things And they appeared out of thin air. They piled on top his magic hat And crawled around in Tony’s hair. He wished […]