What's this thing in my bed
Under the sheet?
It jumped on my leg
As I started to sleep.
It's skinny and long
With fur on each end,
And it's shell is quite hard,
It surely won't bend.
I don't want to look,
I am really quite scared.
I don't want to move
Until it's ensnared.
Oh, what shall I do
And where shall I go?
So I grabbed my left shoe
And dealt it a blow.
I turned on the light
And gazed at the bed.
Thank goodness, I'm saved!
The Q-tip is dead!
Showing posts with label nonsense poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nonsense poems. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
What's This Thing In My Bed?
What's this thing in my bed
Under the sheet?
It jumped on my leg
As I started to sleep.
It's skinny and long
With fur on each end,
And it's shell is quite hard,
It surely won't bend.
I don't want to look,
I am really quite scared.
I don't want to move
Until it's ensnared.
Oh, what shall I do
And where shall I go?
So I grabbed my left shoe
And dealt it a blow.
I turned on the light
And gazed at the bed.
Thank goodness, I'm saved!
The Q-tip is dead!
Under the sheet?
It jumped on my leg
As I started to sleep.
It's skinny and long
With fur on each end,
And it's shell is quite hard,
It surely won't bend.
I don't want to look,
I am really quite scared.
I don't want to move
Until it's ensnared.
Oh, what shall I do
And where shall I go?
So I grabbed my left shoe
And dealt it a blow.
I turned on the light
And gazed at the bed.
Thank goodness, I'm saved!
The Q-tip is dead!
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Sky Divers
We had a wonderful Sunday afternoon lazing about on the deck of Sebastian Beach Inn last weekend and were delighted to be "invaded" by some adventurous folk from Skydive Sebastian. Evie had fallen asleep from all of the fun and fresh air, but woke up just in time to watch in amazement as the plane spilled out tiny spots that transformed into a colorful kaleidoscope of parachutes. I'm not sure what she was thinking when she finally grasped the metamorphosis of color into actual people falling from the sky, but the look on her face was priceless. Some times you are just in the right place at the right time. This was one of those times.
Sea Divers
And hey look at me divers.
Cave Divers
Brave Divers
And I need a shave divers.
Boat Divers
Moat Divers
And let's take a vote divers.
Day Divers
Night Divers
And just not quite right divers.
But what a surprise,I can't trust my eyes,
I didn't know divers
Could come from the skies!
First came the airplane
That circled around
Higher and higher
Away from the ground.
And then I saw dots,
That then became spots
Of color and fabric
There were quite a lot.
Closer and closerand closer to me,
Swooping and looping
Right down to the sea.
And then, just in time
They came in to land
Touching down gently
Right in the sand.
Of all of the divers
That might catch your eye,
I like the divers
That come from the sky!
Sky Divers
We had a wonderful Sunday afternoon lazing about on the deck of Sebastian Beach Inn last weekend and were delighted to be "invaded" by some adventurous folk from Skydive Sebastian. Evie had fallen asleep from all of the fun and fresh air, but woke up just in time to watch in amazement as the plane spilled out tiny spots that transformed into a colorful kaleidoscope of parachutes. I'm not sure what she was thinking when she finally grasped the metamorphosis of color into actual people falling from the sky, but the look on her face was priceless. Some times you are just in the right place at the right time. This was one of those times.
Sea Divers
And hey look at me divers.
Cave Divers
Brave Divers
And I need a shave divers.
Boat Divers
Moat Divers
And let's take a vote divers.
Day Divers
Night Divers
And just not quite right divers.
But what a surprise,I can't trust my eyes,
I didn't know divers
Could come from the skies!
First came the airplane
That circled around
Higher and higher
Away from the ground.
And then I saw dots,
That then became spots
Of color and fabric
There were quite a lot.
Closer and closerand closer to me,
Swooping and looping
Right down to the sea.
And then, just in time
They came in to land
Touching down gently
Right in the sand.
Of all of the divers
That might catch your eye,
I like the divers
That come from the sky!
Thursday, September 22, 2011
My Nana's Lost Her Marbles
My Nana's lost her marbles.
I don't know where they went.
She seems to think it's all my fault,
But I don't know what she meant
I looked behind my fortress,
And underneath the books,
Next to the blocks and puzzles
And on my towel hook.
They weren't inside the bathtub,
Or floating in the sink.
I didn't see them anywhere
I don't know what to think.
I checked inside the toybox.
I looked out on the deck.
I even looked in Nana's room
(It really was a wreck)!
I told her I was sorry
But I couldn't help her out,
Cause if she didn't put her toys away
She'd have to do without!
I don't know where they went.
She seems to think it's all my fault,
But I don't know what she meant
I looked behind my fortress,
And underneath the books,
Next to the blocks and puzzles
And on my towel hook.
They weren't inside the bathtub,
Or floating in the sink.
I didn't see them anywhere
I don't know what to think.
I checked inside the toybox.
I looked out on the deck.
I even looked in Nana's room
(It really was a wreck)!
I told her I was sorry
But I couldn't help her out,
Cause if she didn't put her toys away
She'd have to do without!
My Nana's Lost Her Marbles
My Nana's lost her marbles.
I don't know where they went.
She seems to think it's all my fault,
But I don't know what she meant
I looked behind my fortress,
And underneath the books,
Next to the blocks and puzzles
And on my towel hook.
They weren't inside the bathtub,
Or floating in the sink.
I didn't see them anywhere
I don't know what to think.
I checked inside the toybox.
I looked out on the deck.
I even looked in Nana's room
(It really was a wreck)!
I told her I was sorry
But I couldn't help her out,
Cause if she didn't put her toys away
She'd have to do without!
I don't know where they went.
She seems to think it's all my fault,
But I don't know what she meant
I looked behind my fortress,
And underneath the books,
Next to the blocks and puzzles
And on my towel hook.
They weren't inside the bathtub,
Or floating in the sink.
I didn't see them anywhere
I don't know what to think.
I checked inside the toybox.
I looked out on the deck.
I even looked in Nana's room
(It really was a wreck)!
I told her I was sorry
But I couldn't help her out,
Cause if she didn't put her toys away
She'd have to do without!
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
World Alzheimer's Day
So, in case you forgot, today was world Alzheimer's day.
OK, so that could be considered in bad taste, but in the words of Larry the Cable Guy, "Now that there's funny, I don't care who you are".
Honestly, though, I have cared for many people with this terrible disease, and there is nothing funny about it, and I truly feel for those who have to deal with it on a daily basis. There is something that is just so "not right" about losing your mental capacity while your physical body is still going strong and I commend and support all of those people fighting to find either treatment or a cure. God bless you all.
However, having worked in the medical profession, I also know that we often use humor to lighten the burden of the constant barrage of stress, pain, and grief that we see all the time, so cut me a little bit of slack here and I'll tell you why this has anything to do with nonsense poems.
I come from a family of jokers and story tellers, although I am amazed that my Mom and Dad can't figure out where I get my imagination from. Helloooo! Dad was always making up funny rhymes and sayings, and Mom still sings songs that make absolutely no sense, but the kids all love them. So in answer to your question Mom and Dad, I get it from YOU!
The segue into the poetry link comes from the memory of a day a few months ago when I was at my folks house sitting in the hot tub with my Mom and two neices, and decided to recite a few nonsense poems like "the flea and the fly in the flue", "Jabberwocky", and finally, a little ditty by William Hughes Mearns called "Antigonish".
With all credit to Hughes Mearns, the popular poem starts out something like this:
As I was walking up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd go away!
Well, forget the little girls, my Mom latched onto this poem and for the next day I had to keep repeating it so she could try to remember it. As we were doing this, we had the bright idea that she should recite the poem to people at church the next day like she was actually trying to tell them a serious story just to see what their reaction would be.
Apparently, the reactions ranged from acute confusion to an embarrassed pitying response such as "Oh, that's too bad Claudia. He really wasn't there again today?" I'm sure that the whispered talk around the coffee and danish that morning was something to the effect of a hushed "did Claudia tell you about the man who wasn't there? I do think she is starting to lose her memory, it's so sad...." *cue sad faces, as people look at the floor and shake their heads slowly*
So, as I see it, being able to recite a nonsense poem or use a nonsense word right off the cuff without preamble or explanation is a highly valuable skill, essential to ferrett out those who really aren't listening anyway and to whom you have an overwhelming desire to flummox. And yes, flummox is a real word and a pretty cool one at that, so your assignment for today is to use it in a sentence during the course of normal conversation, just to see what people do!
Such a brillig day it was today, my friend Kathy and I gyred and gimbled at Jazz on the Beach, then galumphed over to Lou's and gyred some more. Although I was quite scurvish and
broff to begin with, eventually I was able to stimp around the floor quite splurgully, and we left feeling pretty good.
Pick a word and try it out over the weekend and leave me a comment to tell me your word and how it went!
OK, so that could be considered in bad taste, but in the words of Larry the Cable Guy, "Now that there's funny, I don't care who you are".
Honestly, though, I have cared for many people with this terrible disease, and there is nothing funny about it, and I truly feel for those who have to deal with it on a daily basis. There is something that is just so "not right" about losing your mental capacity while your physical body is still going strong and I commend and support all of those people fighting to find either treatment or a cure. God bless you all.
However, having worked in the medical profession, I also know that we often use humor to lighten the burden of the constant barrage of stress, pain, and grief that we see all the time, so cut me a little bit of slack here and I'll tell you why this has anything to do with nonsense poems.
I come from a family of jokers and story tellers, although I am amazed that my Mom and Dad can't figure out where I get my imagination from. Helloooo! Dad was always making up funny rhymes and sayings, and Mom still sings songs that make absolutely no sense, but the kids all love them. So in answer to your question Mom and Dad, I get it from YOU!
The segue into the poetry link comes from the memory of a day a few months ago when I was at my folks house sitting in the hot tub with my Mom and two neices, and decided to recite a few nonsense poems like "the flea and the fly in the flue", "Jabberwocky", and finally, a little ditty by William Hughes Mearns called "Antigonish".
With all credit to Hughes Mearns, the popular poem starts out something like this:
As I was walking up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd go away!Well, forget the little girls, my Mom latched onto this poem and for the next day I had to keep repeating it so she could try to remember it. As we were doing this, we had the bright idea that she should recite the poem to people at church the next day like she was actually trying to tell them a serious story just to see what their reaction would be.
Apparently, the reactions ranged from acute confusion to an embarrassed pitying response such as "Oh, that's too bad Claudia. He really wasn't there again today?" I'm sure that the whispered talk around the coffee and danish that morning was something to the effect of a hushed "did Claudia tell you about the man who wasn't there? I do think she is starting to lose her memory, it's so sad...." *cue sad faces, as people look at the floor and shake their heads slowly*
So, as I see it, being able to recite a nonsense poem or use a nonsense word right off the cuff without preamble or explanation is a highly valuable skill, essential to ferrett out those who really aren't listening anyway and to whom you have an overwhelming desire to flummox. And yes, flummox is a real word and a pretty cool one at that, so your assignment for today is to use it in a sentence during the course of normal conversation, just to see what people do!
Such a brillig day it was today, my friend Kathy and I gyred and gimbled at Jazz on the Beach, then galumphed over to Lou's and gyred some more. Although I was quite scurvish and
broff to begin with, eventually I was able to stimp around the floor quite splurgully, and we left feeling pretty good.
Pick a word and try it out over the weekend and leave me a comment to tell me your word and how it went!
World Alzheimer's Day
So, in case you forgot, today was world Alzheimer's day.
OK, so that could be considered in bad taste, but in the words of Larry the Cable Guy, "Now that there's funny, I don't care who you are".
Honestly, though, I have cared for many people with this terrible disease, and there is nothing funny about it, and I truly feel for those who have to deal with it on a daily basis. There is something that is just so "not right" about losing your mental capacity while your physical body is still going strong and I commend and support all of those people fighting to find either treatment or a cure. God bless you all.
However, having worked in the medical profession, I also know that we often use humor to lighten the burden of the constant barrage of stress, pain, and grief that we see all the time, so cut me a little bit of slack here and I'll tell you why this has anything to do with nonsense poems.
I come from a family of jokers and story tellers, although I am amazed that my Mom and Dad can't figure out where I get my imagination from. Helloooo! Dad was always making up funny rhymes and sayings, and Mom still sings songs that make absolutely no sense, but the kids all love them. So in answer to your question Mom and Dad, I get it from YOU!
The segue into the poetry link comes from the memory of a day a few months ago when I was at my folks house sitting in the hot tub with my Mom and two neices, and decided to recite a few nonsense poems like "the flea and the fly in the flue", "Jabberwocky", and finally, a little ditty by William Hughes Mearns called "Antigonish".
With all credit to Hughes Mearns, the popular poem starts out something like this:
As I was walking up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd go away!
Well, forget the little girls, my Mom latched onto this poem and for the next day I had to keep repeating it so she could try to remember it. As we were doing this, we had the bright idea that she should recite the poem to people at church the next day like she was actually trying to tell them a serious story just to see what their reaction would be.
Apparently, the reactions ranged from acute confusion to an embarrassed pitying response such as "Oh, that's too bad Claudia. He really wasn't there again today?" I'm sure that the whispered talk around the coffee and danish that morning was something to the effect of a hushed "did Claudia tell you about the man who wasn't there? I do think she is starting to lose her memory, it's so sad...." *cue sad faces, as people look at the floor and shake their heads slowly*
So, as I see it, being able to recite a nonsense poem or use a nonsense word right off the cuff without preamble or explanation is a highly valuable skill, essential to ferrett out those who really aren't listening anyway and to whom you have an overwhelming desire to flummox. And yes, flummox is a real word and a pretty cool one at that, so your assignment for today is to use it in a sentence during the course of normal conversation, just to see what people do!
Such a brillig day it was today, my friend Kathy and I gyred and gimbled at Jazz on the Beach, then galumphed over to Lou's and gyred some more. Although I was quite scurvish and
broff to begin with, eventually I was able to stimp around the floor quite splurgully, and we left feeling pretty good.
Pick a word and try it out over the weekend and leave me a comment to tell me your word and how it went!
OK, so that could be considered in bad taste, but in the words of Larry the Cable Guy, "Now that there's funny, I don't care who you are".
Honestly, though, I have cared for many people with this terrible disease, and there is nothing funny about it, and I truly feel for those who have to deal with it on a daily basis. There is something that is just so "not right" about losing your mental capacity while your physical body is still going strong and I commend and support all of those people fighting to find either treatment or a cure. God bless you all.
However, having worked in the medical profession, I also know that we often use humor to lighten the burden of the constant barrage of stress, pain, and grief that we see all the time, so cut me a little bit of slack here and I'll tell you why this has anything to do with nonsense poems.
I come from a family of jokers and story tellers, although I am amazed that my Mom and Dad can't figure out where I get my imagination from. Helloooo! Dad was always making up funny rhymes and sayings, and Mom still sings songs that make absolutely no sense, but the kids all love them. So in answer to your question Mom and Dad, I get it from YOU!
The segue into the poetry link comes from the memory of a day a few months ago when I was at my folks house sitting in the hot tub with my Mom and two neices, and decided to recite a few nonsense poems like "the flea and the fly in the flue", "Jabberwocky", and finally, a little ditty by William Hughes Mearns called "Antigonish".
With all credit to Hughes Mearns, the popular poem starts out something like this:
As I was walking up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd go away!Well, forget the little girls, my Mom latched onto this poem and for the next day I had to keep repeating it so she could try to remember it. As we were doing this, we had the bright idea that she should recite the poem to people at church the next day like she was actually trying to tell them a serious story just to see what their reaction would be.
Apparently, the reactions ranged from acute confusion to an embarrassed pitying response such as "Oh, that's too bad Claudia. He really wasn't there again today?" I'm sure that the whispered talk around the coffee and danish that morning was something to the effect of a hushed "did Claudia tell you about the man who wasn't there? I do think she is starting to lose her memory, it's so sad...." *cue sad faces, as people look at the floor and shake their heads slowly*
So, as I see it, being able to recite a nonsense poem or use a nonsense word right off the cuff without preamble or explanation is a highly valuable skill, essential to ferrett out those who really aren't listening anyway and to whom you have an overwhelming desire to flummox. And yes, flummox is a real word and a pretty cool one at that, so your assignment for today is to use it in a sentence during the course of normal conversation, just to see what people do!
Such a brillig day it was today, my friend Kathy and I gyred and gimbled at Jazz on the Beach, then galumphed over to Lou's and gyred some more. Although I was quite scurvish and
broff to begin with, eventually I was able to stimp around the floor quite splurgully, and we left feeling pretty good.
Pick a word and try it out over the weekend and leave me a comment to tell me your word and how it went!
Ken Nesbitt, A Reading Nana's Dream!
I was reading nonsense poems to Evie the other day, and came upon this wonderful site by Ken Nesbitt. His work is outstanding and is what inspired me to start writing down all the silly things I say to Evie all day. Kids love anything that rhymes, and Ken even recites some of his best work. Well, I guess I'm assuming it is he who is reciting, but whoever it is, their voice is engaging.
Evie was enthralled and we had to keep playing it over and over. In fact, when I tried to read it to her myself, she said, "No Nana, NO!" She wanted to hear HIM say it.
Ah well, I can still recite Jabberwocky by heart, and she's beginning to say parts of it along with me, her favorite new saying being "Snicker Snack"!
Grab a child or grandchild and a comfortable chair, click on the link, and ENJOY!
Click on the link for tons of poetry fun, including games, contests, discussion forums, and, of course, lots of funny poems!
Evie was enthralled and we had to keep playing it over and over. In fact, when I tried to read it to her myself, she said, "No Nana, NO!" She wanted to hear HIM say it.
Ah well, I can still recite Jabberwocky by heart, and she's beginning to say parts of it along with me, her favorite new saying being "Snicker Snack"!
Grab a child or grandchild and a comfortable chair, click on the link, and ENJOY!
Click on the link for tons of poetry fun, including games, contests, discussion forums, and, of course, lots of funny poems!
Ken Nesbitt, A Reading Nana's Dream!
I was reading nonsense poems to Evie the other day, and came upon this wonderful site by Ken Nesbitt. His work is outstanding and is what inspired me to start writing down all the silly things I say to Evie all day. Kids love anything that rhymes, and Ken even recites some of his best work. Well, I guess I'm assuming it is he who is reciting, but whoever it is, their voice is engaging.
Evie was enthralled and we had to keep playing it over and over. In fact, when I tried to read it to her myself, she said, "No Nana, NO!" She wanted to hear HIM say it.
Ah well, I can still recite Jabberwocky by heart, and she's beginning to say parts of it along with me, her favorite new saying being "Snicker Snack"!
Grab a child or grandchild and a comfortable chair, click on the link, and ENJOY!
Click on the link for tons of poetry fun, including games, contests, discussion forums, and, of course, lots of funny poems!
Evie was enthralled and we had to keep playing it over and over. In fact, when I tried to read it to her myself, she said, "No Nana, NO!" She wanted to hear HIM say it.
Ah well, I can still recite Jabberwocky by heart, and she's beginning to say parts of it along with me, her favorite new saying being "Snicker Snack"!
Grab a child or grandchild and a comfortable chair, click on the link, and ENJOY!
Click on the link for tons of poetry fun, including games, contests, discussion forums, and, of course, lots of funny poems!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Uncle Mike
Uncle Mike has a cool tattoo
A big bald head
And a goatee too.
Big as a giant
And strong as an ox
He can pick me up like sugar pops.
He's funny and silly
And bought me some juice
And a donut at dunkin'
And gave me a boost.
I like Uncle Mike
And you'd like him too.
With his bald head and goatee
And awesome tattoo.
A big bald head
And a goatee too.
Big as a giant
And strong as an ox
He can pick me up like sugar pops.
He's funny and silly
And bought me some juice
And a donut at dunkin'
And gave me a boost.
I like Uncle Mike
And you'd like him too.
With his bald head and goatee
And awesome tattoo.
Uncle Mike
Uncle Mike has a cool tattoo
A big bald head
And a goatee too.
Big as a giant
And strong as an ox
He can pick me up like sugar pops.
He's funny and silly
And bought me some juice
And a donut at dunkin'
And gave me a boost.
I like Uncle Mike
And you'd like him too.
With his bald head and goatee
And awesome tattoo.
A big bald head
And a goatee too.
Big as a giant
And strong as an ox
He can pick me up like sugar pops.
He's funny and silly
And bought me some juice
And a donut at dunkin'
And gave me a boost.
I like Uncle Mike
And you'd like him too.
With his bald head and goatee
And awesome tattoo.
Can I Have a Kiss?
"Can I have a kiss?" asked Mommy.
"No thank you" then said I.
"My kisses are saved
For under the waves
Where oysters and mermaids and bubblefish play.
There will be no kisses, no kisses today."
"Can I have a hug?" asks Mommy.
"No thank you" I reply.
"My hugs, I shrug, are saved for the bug
That lives inside the hole I dug.
There will be no hugs", I said so smug.
"Can I have a tickle?" asks Mommy.
"No thank you" I retort.
"My tickles I only give to my pickle
That I keep in a jar along with a nickel.
No, no tickles, I guess I'm fickle."
"Why are you sad dear Mommy?
Why did I hear you sigh?
You seem so sad but I haven't been bad
Not bad, or mad, or sad, I add.
In fact, I think I've been mostly glad!
So why, oh why, are you so sad?"
"Dearest, Oysters and mermaids and fish get kisses,
And bugs get hugs without remisses
And pickles and nickles no tickle dismisses
But me oh my, oh what get I,
My dear little pickle nose girlie pie?
Oh what, oh what get I?"
"I'll get you some kisses dear Mommy,
The oysters and mermaids won't mind.
The bubblefish already gave his away
But I'm sure there's enough for you today
I'll be right back, so please, please stay."
"Then I'll get you some hugs, dear Mommy
As soon as I'm back from the bay.
The bug met a slug in the hole I dug
And now they are planning to cut the rug
So I'll give you a hug all nice and snug,
Wonderful hugs today."
"When the kissing and hugging are over
And you're no longer sighing or sad,
I'll talk to the pickle, and also the nickle,
And they'll let me borrow a super big tickle
Till we laugh so hard the tears will trickle
Down our faces we'll be so glad."
"Well that sounds just awesome my darling,
What a wonderful time we will have.
Why don't we invite
your friends over tonight?
For Oyster and Mermaid and Bubblefish kisses,
And Big bug hugs with slug slime swishes
And fun pickle tickles along with the nickles?
A grand time we'll have with ice cream dishes!"
"My dear little pickle nose girlie pie,
You light up my world like the sun in the sky.
I must remember whenever I cry
That you are the reason I want to try
To laugh, and jump, and fly so high.
My little pickle nose girlie pie."
"
"No thank you" then said I.
"My kisses are saved
For under the waves
Where oysters and mermaids and bubblefish play.
There will be no kisses, no kisses today."
"Can I have a hug?" asks Mommy.
"No thank you" I reply.
"My hugs, I shrug, are saved for the bug
That lives inside the hole I dug.
There will be no hugs", I said so smug.
"Can I have a tickle?" asks Mommy.
"No thank you" I retort.
"My tickles I only give to my pickle
That I keep in a jar along with a nickel.
No, no tickles, I guess I'm fickle."
"Why are you sad dear Mommy?
Why did I hear you sigh?
You seem so sad but I haven't been bad
Not bad, or mad, or sad, I add.
In fact, I think I've been mostly glad!
So why, oh why, are you so sad?"
"Dearest, Oysters and mermaids and fish get kisses,
And bugs get hugs without remisses
And pickles and nickles no tickle dismisses
But me oh my, oh what get I,
My dear little pickle nose girlie pie?
Oh what, oh what get I?"
"I'll get you some kisses dear Mommy,
The oysters and mermaids won't mind.
The bubblefish already gave his away
But I'm sure there's enough for you today
I'll be right back, so please, please stay."
"Then I'll get you some hugs, dear Mommy
As soon as I'm back from the bay.
The bug met a slug in the hole I dug
And now they are planning to cut the rug
So I'll give you a hug all nice and snug,
Wonderful hugs today."
"When the kissing and hugging are over
And you're no longer sighing or sad,
I'll talk to the pickle, and also the nickle,
And they'll let me borrow a super big tickle
Till we laugh so hard the tears will trickle
Down our faces we'll be so glad."
"Well that sounds just awesome my darling,
What a wonderful time we will have.
Why don't we invite
your friends over tonight?
For Oyster and Mermaid and Bubblefish kisses,
And Big bug hugs with slug slime swishes
And fun pickle tickles along with the nickles?
A grand time we'll have with ice cream dishes!"
"My dear little pickle nose girlie pie,
You light up my world like the sun in the sky.
I must remember whenever I cry
That you are the reason I want to try
To laugh, and jump, and fly so high.
My little pickle nose girlie pie."
"
Can I Have a Kiss?
"Can I have a kiss?" asked Mommy.
"No thank you" then said I.
"My kisses are saved
For under the waves
Where oysters and mermaids and bubblefish play.
There will be no kisses, no kisses today."
"Can I have a hug?" asks Mommy.
"No thank you" I reply.
"My hugs, I shrug, are saved for the bug
That lives inside the hole I dug.
There will be no hugs", I said so smug.
"Can I have a tickle?" asks Mommy.
"No thank you" I retort.
"My tickles I only give to my pickle
That I keep in a jar along with a nickel.
No, no tickles, I guess I'm fickle."
"Why are you sad dear Mommy?
Why did I hear you sigh?
You seem so sad but I haven't been bad
Not bad, or mad, or sad, I add.
In fact, I think I've been mostly glad!
So why, oh why, are you so sad?"
"Dearest, Oysters and mermaids and fish get kisses,
And bugs get hugs without remisses
And pickles and nickles no tickle dismisses
But me oh my, oh what get I,
My dear little pickle nose girlie pie?
Oh what, oh what get I?"
"I'll get you some kisses dear Mommy,
The oysters and mermaids won't mind.
The bubblefish already gave his away
But I'm sure there's enough for you today
I'll be right back, so please, please stay."
"Then I'll get you some hugs, dear Mommy
As soon as I'm back from the bay.
The bug met a slug in the hole I dug
And now they are planning to cut the rug
So I'll give you a hug all nice and snug,
Wonderful hugs today."
"When the kissing and hugging are over
And you're no longer sighing or sad,
I'll talk to the pickle, and also the nickle,
And they'll let me borrow a super big tickle
Till we laugh so hard the tears will trickle
Down our faces we'll be so glad."
"Well that sounds just awesome my darling,
What a wonderful time we will have.
Why don't we invite
your friends over tonight?
For Oyster and Mermaid and Bubblefish kisses,
And Big bug hugs with slug slime swishes
And fun pickle tickles along with the nickles?
A grand time we'll have with ice cream dishes!"
"My dear little pickle nose girlie pie,
You light up my world like the sun in the sky.
I must remember whenever I cry
That you are the reason I want to try
To laugh, and jump, and fly so high.
My little pickle nose girlie pie."
"
"No thank you" then said I.
"My kisses are saved
For under the waves
Where oysters and mermaids and bubblefish play.
There will be no kisses, no kisses today."
"Can I have a hug?" asks Mommy.
"No thank you" I reply.
"My hugs, I shrug, are saved for the bug
That lives inside the hole I dug.
There will be no hugs", I said so smug.
"Can I have a tickle?" asks Mommy.
"No thank you" I retort.
"My tickles I only give to my pickle
That I keep in a jar along with a nickel.
No, no tickles, I guess I'm fickle."
"Why are you sad dear Mommy?
Why did I hear you sigh?
You seem so sad but I haven't been bad
Not bad, or mad, or sad, I add.
In fact, I think I've been mostly glad!
So why, oh why, are you so sad?"
"Dearest, Oysters and mermaids and fish get kisses,
And bugs get hugs without remisses
And pickles and nickles no tickle dismisses
But me oh my, oh what get I,
My dear little pickle nose girlie pie?
Oh what, oh what get I?"
"I'll get you some kisses dear Mommy,
The oysters and mermaids won't mind.
The bubblefish already gave his away
But I'm sure there's enough for you today
I'll be right back, so please, please stay."
"Then I'll get you some hugs, dear Mommy
As soon as I'm back from the bay.
The bug met a slug in the hole I dug
And now they are planning to cut the rug
So I'll give you a hug all nice and snug,
Wonderful hugs today."
"When the kissing and hugging are over
And you're no longer sighing or sad,
I'll talk to the pickle, and also the nickle,
And they'll let me borrow a super big tickle
Till we laugh so hard the tears will trickle
Down our faces we'll be so glad."
"Well that sounds just awesome my darling,
What a wonderful time we will have.
Why don't we invite
your friends over tonight?
For Oyster and Mermaid and Bubblefish kisses,
And Big bug hugs with slug slime swishes
And fun pickle tickles along with the nickles?
A grand time we'll have with ice cream dishes!"
"My dear little pickle nose girlie pie,
You light up my world like the sun in the sky.
I must remember whenever I cry
That you are the reason I want to try
To laugh, and jump, and fly so high.
My little pickle nose girlie pie."
"
My elbow
It does just what it wants
It might go left
It might go right
Or take a little jaunt.
It might decide to tango
Or do the cha cha too
Or maybe even dance a jig
No matter what I do.
Sometimes it runs like Lassie
Sometimes it sits like Spot
But all I know is when it moves
It hurts and awful lot.
But then I see the doctor
Get stickers and some juice
Put up my feet and watch TV
Then see what else to do.
I might go get an x-ray
Or maybe get a sling
But pretty soon it goes right back
And does it's normal thing.
My elbow
It does just what it wants
It might go left
It might go right
Or take a little jaunt.
It might decide to tango
Or do the cha cha too
Or maybe even dance a jig
No matter what I do.
Sometimes it runs like Lassie
Sometimes it sits like Spot
But all I know is when it moves
It hurts and awful lot.
But then I see the doctor
Get stickers and some juice
Put up my feet and watch TV
Then see what else to do.
I might go get an x-ray
Or maybe get a sling
But pretty soon it goes right back
And does it's normal thing.
Cheerios
Miss Evalynne likes Cheerios
She likes them very much
But when she gets up from her chair
They're stuck all to her butt!
She likes them very much
But when she gets up from her chair
They're stuck all to her butt!
Cheerios
Miss Evalynne likes Cheerios
She likes them very much
But when she gets up from her chair
They're stuck all to her butt!
She likes them very much
But when she gets up from her chair
They're stuck all to her butt!
Sillykins
Tiny Hillbillykins
Stand on your head
and twirl like vanillikins.
Sollikins smollykins
Great Big Bobollikins
Reach to the sky
and jump up and hollikins.
Trillikins Trollikins
Frillikins Frollikins
Eat all your vegetables
Run like Moe Mollikins
Pillikins Pollikins
Hip hoppin' yawlikins
Swerving and gerving and
blerving like vollikins.
Sillikins smillikins
Tiny Hillbillykins
I'll eat you up
'Cause you taste like vanillikins!
Sillykins
Tiny Hillbillykins
Stand on your head
and twirl like vanillikins.
Sollikins smollykins
Great Big Bobollikins
Reach to the sky
and jump up and hollikins.
Trillikins Trollikins
Frillikins Frollikins
Eat all your vegetables
Run like Moe Mollikins
Pillikins Pollikins
Hip hoppin' yawlikins
Swerving and gerving and
blerving like vollikins.
Sillikins smillikins
Tiny Hillbillykins
I'll eat you up
'Cause you taste like vanillikins!
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