Alphabet Soup

Mother called, “Time for a bath.
It’s time to scrub a dub.”
So Leo grabbed up all his toys
To throw them in the tub.
Mother looked at Leo’s things,
All gathered in a group,
Asked, “ What are you doing?”
“Making alphabet soup.”
He got his toys all ready,
Lined them up from A to Z
In went the Aardvark.
In went the Bumblebee.
In went the Chickens .
In went the Coop.
All went in to the Alphabet Soup.
In went the Dino
And the Elephant too.
In went the Fairy
With wings of blue.
In went the Gorilla
And the Hula Hoop.
All went in to the Alphabet Soup.
In went the Iguana,
The Jellyfish and Kite,
The Legos, Mouse and Ninjas,
Dressed in black and white.
In went the Octopus
With arms that loop-de-loop.
All went in to the Alphabet Soup.
In went the Polliwog.
In went the Quail.
In - a pair of Rollerskates.
In went Slug and Snail.
In went a Truckload of Men,
A military Troop.
All went in to the Alphabet Soup.
In went a Unicorn
And a Videogame.
In went a Wombat,
Wally was his name.
In went a Xylophone.
And a Yellow Yo-Yo.
And finally, a Zebra
Was the last toy to go.
All Leo’s toys together,
All gathered in a group.
There was just one thing missing in the Alphabet Soup.

Froggy Did A’Sailin’ Go

I
Oh, Froggy did a’sailin’ go,
Where the harsh sea currents flow,
Where the winds do roughly blow,
But why, sir, did he dare?

II
He dared to sail across the wave,
To risk his life, to be so brave,
Twas for another’s life to save,
For she’s a maiden fair

III
Froggy sailed for nights and days
Through winds and storms and swelt’ring rays,
Until upon land, he did gaze
And on her auburn hair

IV
A dragon, he did also spy,
And though he knew that he could die,
He also knew he’d have to try
To kill the dragon there

V
Oh Froggy played the knightly part
Wielding sword swift, sure and smart,
He pierced the dragon through the heart,
Saved the maiden from its lair.

VI
And Froggy, therefore, filled with pride,
He asked the maid to be his bride
And so, they sailed home side by side,
The frog and maiden fair.

Oh what a funny pair!

Monster Shapes

The mother asked Caleb,
“What shape is this?”
“That’s the shape of a MONSTER!”
Caleb did hiss.
“It’s red and it’s blue
And it has a forked tongue.
No toes or fingers,
But twenty-nine thumbs.
No nose on its face
But thirty-two eyes,
Three horns on its head
That vary in size.
It eats only the eggs
Of a goose or a pheasant.
The name of this monster –
A Cantankerous Crescent!”
“A crescent it is!”
The mother did say.
“Now what shape is this?
And don’t take all day.”
Caleb studied the picture
And tugged at his ear:
“A Squalidly Square-fiend
Is what we have here.
A Square-fiend is red
With yellowish dots.
Its long hair is tangled
And tied up in knots.
Aligning its gums
Are rows of sharp teeth.
It’s covered in fur,
But with spikes underneath.
When it hears babies cry,
It cackles with glee.”
“Enough,” laughed the mother.
“Now what shape do you see?”
“A yellow-tailed beast,
Its eyes pop in and out.
There’s short, wiry fur
On its belly and snout.
The claws on its fingers
Are twenty feet long.
It smells most atrocious.
 It’s fifty bears strong.
It lives in a nest
High up in a tree:
The Toxic Triangle
Of Tog-Tippani.”
“Triangle is right,”
The mother did sigh.
“So, how about this shape?
Let’s give it a try.”
“Aha!” said young Caleb.
“A rare find indeed.
It’s as mean as a bobcat
With ten times the speed.
With no arms or legs,
It rolls ‘cross the land,
Devouring creatures
On grass and on sand.
It’s camouflageable skin
Is its claim to fame.
Contemptible Circle-beast
Is this monster’s name.”
“All right,” said the mother,
“Our very last one.
Tell me about this shape
And then we are done.”
“My most favorite monster!”
Caleb did shout,
“The most ferocious and evil,
There isn’t a doubt.
An orange-ish monster
With lots of green stripes
Where its insides should be,
Instead it has pipes.
Its metallic skin is tougher than nails.
It eats children’s toes
And small kittens' tails.
It hasn’t a brain,
And it hasn’t a soul.
It’s the Rancid, Robotic,
Rectangular Troll.”
“A rectangle. Well done,”
The mother then said,
“And you’ve taken so long,
It’s now time for bed.”

In My Imagination

In My Imagination

I’m flying in a rocket ship
Way out with the stars.
I’m hiking the Sahara,
Putting specimens in jars.
I’m tracking tigers in the jungle,
Moving steadily and slow.
In my imagination, I go
Wherever I want to go.

I’m a king up in his castle,
Surveying all my land.
I’m a knight fighting dragons
With a sword in hand.
I’m an underwater diver
Observing life at sea.
In my imagination, I am
Whatever I want to be.

I’m eating ice cream for breakfast
And chocolate cake for dinner.
No matter what game I play,
I always end up the winner.
I’m staying up super-late.
I’m feeding animals at the zoo.
In my imagination, I do
Whatever I want to do.

In my imagination,
Nothing is impossible, you see.
But here on Earth, I’m just a kid
And that’s all right with me.

Little Unicorn Series

Little Unicorn Has a Party

Little Unicorn is having a party.

The day is finally here.

She's invited lots of folks.

Some from far and some from near.

Pixie wore a brand new dress,

while Elf wore something old.

The dragons brought food that's steaming hot,

while the sprites brought something cold.

The centaurs sauntered in, some fat

And some quite skinny, too.

Many went in, a few stayed out,

Delighted by the view.

Troll came dirty, ugly and old.

His skin a moldy green.

The mermaids came lovely, young and lithe

and very, very clean.

Goblin crawled in, staying low.

Fairy came in, flying high.

As the Phoenix said "Hello,"

The Griffin waved "Goodbye."

Little Unicorn loves all her friends,

As different as they came.

Opposites are much more fun

Than when everyone's the same.