Kids, light, Poetry Friday

The Tarts (and what really happened)

The Tarts (and what really happened) According to the nursery rhyme The Queen of Hearts, She made some tarts, All on a summer’s day; The Knave of Hearts, He stole the tarts, And took them clean away. The King of Hearts Called for the tarts, And beat the Knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts… Continue reading The Tarts (and what really happened)

Kids, light, Poetry Friday

Toast

Toast A pop-up toaster was the thing you put the slice into the slot depressed the little knobby thing and out popped toast, so nice and hot. But word of toasters got around in homes and shops a bread revolt in bakeries throughout the town loaves named it torture with a jolt. “We will not… Continue reading Toast

Kids, light, Poetry Friday

Mrs. Backward

Mrs. Backward Mrs. Backward teaches school “Nothing Forward” is her rule Eats her breakfast before bed Sleeps with pillow on her head Wears warm woollies to keep cool Dries before she swims the pool Gives the prize before the race Shuts her book then finds her place Grades our work before we’re done Class dismissed… Continue reading Mrs. Backward

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Coon Zoo Lullaby

Coon Zoo Lullaby Come men, if you dare just jab a date for a coon zoo tour don’t be late. We’ll see toad and tiger in creature jail and worms that are leaner than slime of snail. For additional fees (don’t riot the price) you can jut x-rays — just be nice when you query… Continue reading Coon Zoo Lullaby

Kids, light, Poetry Friday

Hand Candy

Hand Candy Smooth ribbed slabs red, yellow, blue peel apart don't mix red yellow, blue Sniff clay smell squeeze, press, roll make a ball watch what you know to do Plunge in thumb pinch up, up round, around fingertips grow a pot Roll through palms dangle log sausage, rope coil in mat plate, vase, cup… Continue reading Hand Candy

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V is for …

V is for … Wide mouth perpetually agape I lie here in the dark and wait for drawer to open your warm fingers, thumb to take me up, align my four incisors with the soft and toothsome zinc then squeeze… Oh ecstasy! The sweet surrender of malleable metal to my mouth More – I want… Continue reading V is for …