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Kid's Korner
– newest addition, August 30, 2022
A collection of children's or otherwise light verse
The One-Eyed Owl
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There once was an owl of the night. With a hawk he got into a fight. His visage was cleft, so he's only the left, and the mice know to run to the right. June 24, 2022 |
Six Guesses
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My blood's 'bout to curdle; I can't find the word. I'm doing my wordle, what pleasure deferred. Two letters to hurdle, the second and third. My brain's 'bout to turtle. It's not very purd . . . . . . y. June 24, 2022 |
Neat Drinking
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Now don't spill the chocolate milk! With finger dipped it feels like silk, but given time alone you'll see it thicken up with wicked glee. So hold the glass with undue care you'll find yourself with chunky hair. June 24, 2022 |
Baguette!
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Meant to be read in your worst French accent Hon hon! Oui oui! The boats on the sea Go up and go down. Wee wee! Hon hon! The cooking is done, And those aren’t no buns. Baguette! Hon hon! Oui oui! The kettle for tea Is making its sound: Wee wee! Hon hon! The cookies are gone. But better is one baguette! Hon hon! Oui oui! The music brings glee. We dance all around. Wee wee! Hon hon! With each closing thum We shout out as one: Baguette! Hon hon! Oui oui! The axle needs grease. The wheels will grind on: Wee wee! Hon hon! Take tea by the pond. Feed fish from our blonde baguette! Hon hon! Oui oui! The birds in the tree Sing prettier songs: Wee wee! Hon hon! It’s time we were done. But a little more fun: Baguette! Baguette! Baguette! June 13, 2021 |
Celine
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Celine has a friend that she keeps for her self In a pickle jar up on her second book shelf. She caught him alone on the swings in the park – Grabbed hold of his chin And squished him right in; And kept him to not be afraid in the dark. Celine has a friend that she keeps in a jar. (Perhaps calling her “friend” goes a little too far.) 2016 |
Kangaroo Sue
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As the wise folk say in Katmandu, you gotta do what you gotta do. Sue liked to jump. And jump did Sue. On to, off of, and even through; jump up, jump down – but mostly to. Just pick a spot! Her aim was true. Might take an extra leap or two, but there she’d land – with both feet too! – as surely as a cow can coo. She had a friend. Her name was Lu. The best of buds, as everyone knew. Wherever was Sue Lu’d be their too, adjoined by the proverbial glue. They’d play the games that other kids do, hide and seek and guess the goo, and serious ones like Chutes and Clue. (They were too old for peek-a-boo.) But sooner or later, Sue’d shout, “Where to!” And Lu would point and there’d jump Sue with a loud “Wahoo!” – and both feet too! – as surely as a mouse could moo. Then came the fateful rendezvous Where Lu let drop with much ado “You ever hear of Kalamazoo?!” “Kalama-who?” said Sue to Lu. And Lu to Sue, “Not ‘who’ but ‘zoo.’” “With monkeys and lions and lizards and gnus?” “Probably lizards, but I’d doubt gnus.” “A place you mean, and not a zoo?” “A place whose name is Kalamazoo!” Lu only thought it strange but true there’d be a place called Kalamazoo. But Sue heard something wholly new, and in her eyes a gleaming grew. “I didn’t mean!” cried little Lu! But what’s said is said; and Lu well knew what Sue was through and through (and through) – as early on as when she was two, all knew she was part kangaroo. So forthwith, hencewise, and thitherly too, with a running start and a loud “Wa-hoo!” Sue bid adieu, and off she flew, jumping like mad toward Kalamazoo, as surely as a cockatoo might crow a cock-a-doodle-do. But cows don’t coo and mice don’t moo, and no respectable cockatoo would ever crow a doodle-doo. And Sue couldn’t jump to Kalamazoo. She only got as far as Arkansas. June, 2016 |
A Jedi with the Munchies
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It’s a long ride in this x-wing til I meet up with the fleet; and my stomach’s growling loudly for a bite of something sweet. I’ve emptied all my pockets, I can’t find one lousy treat. And someone stole the ding dongs that I stashed beneath my seat. All my insides feel all scrunchy – I’m a Jedi with the munchies! Don’t interview no chefs for service needn’t be that great. Don’t need no four-star rest’rant just a buffet and a plate. Some pasta with a some meat sauce, MMMM! with cheese that I can grate. Pig or cow or fishes – serve it up and it’s a date. Tough or tender, moist or crunchy – I’m a Jedi with the munchies! This trip is at a crossroads and it’s quickly going south. That robot there behind me better shut it’s bleeping mouth. If I hear “Use the force, Luke,” I will mmuuuaaaAAAUUUGHGHGH! I’m on the edge and getting punchy – I’m a Jedi with the munchies! April 19, 2016 |