SILLY POEMS

 

            A.
 
            Oh no, she wails
            My nails have snails
            with slimy trails.
            I asked for whales
            upon my nails.
            She hails her friend
            and tells the tale.
            This person failed
            to make my nails
            show beautiful scenes
            of distant sails and
            leaping whales.

 

 

 

 B

The Bare Bear

Last week I saw a sight so rare,

I thought I must be dreaming.

A pitiful bear without his hair

sat on my back porch weeping.

"What's wrong, little bear?

What's brought you there,

to sit on my back porch weeping?"

The bear looked up, grief in his eyes

and began to sob once more.

"I've lost my hair, I've looked everywhere!

It's gone and I just can't find it."

I thought a while then I brought out a mop

that I'd bought the other day.

I trimmed it to size and glued it on

and patted him down and

raised his chin and wished him luck

and waved goodbye

as he toddled away, now whistling.

 

 

SILLY POEMS

 

            A.

 

            Oh no, she wails

            My nails have snails

            with slimy trails.

            I asked for whales

            upon my nails.

            She hails her friend

            and tells the tale.

            This person failed

            to make my nails

            show beautiful scenes

            of distant sails and

            leaping whales.