Month: June 2023

Ode to my Stinky, Dirty, Gross, and Holey Socks

(a playful love poem)

 

Oh, stinky, dirty, gross, and holey socks!

Oh, how you protect my room!

Your stink scares people away.

Oh, your holes are in just the perfect spot.

I can use you as gloves.

Please forgive me for cutting the holes though.

Oh, my true love,

Would you please hide so no one washes you?

My love for you would simply disappear if you got washed.

If you don’t hide,

The smell of stinky socks will disappear,

And someone will wash you!

Your plush mold is spreading around my room.

I love you . . . . . 

But Dad will ground me if I don’t wash you.

I’m so sorry.

Let’s marry before I have to wash you. . . . . 

Actually, . . . . .

Maybe after I wash you.

You stink so much!

Sorry!

 

The challenge was to create a plant watering system that would keep your plant alive for at least two weeks.

Before:

After:

 

 

You Cannot Guess Me

 

I lurk in the waters of the St. Lawrence,

The Great Lakes, and Lake Winnepeg.

I can grow up to twelve inches,

Laying up to 200,000 eggs at one time.

Can you guess me?

I don’t think so!

You’ll need more facts.

I live in ponds and slow-moving sections of rivers and in streams.

You can’t guess me, yes, I know.

Facts.

You need lots of facts to find out who I am.

You are smart.

You shouldn’t be the one to get me confused

With the fall fish, the common shiner, Creek Chobsocker, and Bridle Shiner.

Did you guess me?

I don’t think so!

I am the Golden Shiner!

 

One, Two, Buckle My Shoe
(a thesaurus poem)

One, two, buckle my footwear.
Three, four, knock at the house entrance.
Five, six, pick up tiny tree limbs.
Seven, eight, lay them in line.
Nine, ten, a sizable, wide chicken.
Eleven, twelve, make a hole and delve.
Thirteen, fourteen, damsels charming the gentlemen.
Fifteen, sixteen, servers in the place you cook food.
Seventeen, eighteen, mademoiselles a-pausing.
Nineteen, twenty, my food holder’s barren.