Friday, December 23, 2005

I don't know

My mother keeps on asking me
who ate her cookies, one, two, three

I tell her back it wasn't me
but she keeps asking, one, two, three
I don't know what to do or say
they weren't that good anyway

Good for me!

I did not think me able to,
but I did it, yes that's true

I tried and tried the best I could
I did it and I did it good

It didn't work, first time I tried
but look, my shoes are both now tied!

Friday, December 16, 2005

This Morning

I thought we'd have a snow day
I really thought we would
'cause when I went to bed last night
It was icing pretty good.

But when I turned the tv on
as I got out of bed
I saw the ice had moved up north
to Albany instead.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Chipper

A little dog sits
A little dog watches
A little dog dreams
of life as it was
long ago
for his ancestors
in the woods
on the steppes
on the prarrie

A door is left open
He's gone

Suddenly
He is a Wolf
a Fox
a Jackal
A Dingo

In pursuit of his prey
A cat
A bird
A squirrel
A rubber ball
A Buick
A Buick
A Buick
A Buick
A Buick
A Buick
A Pontiac

Seven times it takes
To learn that
A Buick is not
A cat
A bird
A squirrel
A rubber ball
A Pontiac

Monday, December 12, 2005

Duck Sniffles

I dreampt I did a stint or two
In a rescue home for ducks with flu

I had to help it was god's will
I'd be working there today but still

A duck sneezed and shot bird flu missiles
Will I awake with Mallard sniffles?

What To Do?

What to do? What to do?
I do not quite know what to do.

Should I write about a shoe?
I do not think so, what to do?

Should I write about some cheese?
I do not think so, oh puh-leeese.

What to do? What to do?
I still do not know what to do.