The best blooms in this garden of life have to be our children. They are our future; they are our promise. So it is with this in mind that we ask you to “write one for the kids!” Write a children’s poem. Don’t make it about a child, make it FOR the child. Make it fun, make it educational, make it whatever you think a child would appreciate and cherish.
MARIE ELENA’S SILLINESS:
Walt, you’ll remember this one. I believe it is probably still your favorite, and it’s actually mine as well. Happy birthday, Walt! This is for you, and all the other silly-lovin’ kids of the world.IF THE WHOLE WORLD WAS SILLY Inspired by Shel Silverstein’s “If the World Was Crazy” If the whole world was silly, you know what I’d eat? Worm Fettuccini, right off of the street. Some caramelized whiskers of catfish today; Tomorrow, perhaps a nice leather fillet. A handful of gravel from Mr. Green’s drive, With honey bee’s knees from an elephant’s hive. Gallons of hazelnut-chocolate-bean chili. That’s what I’d eat if the whole world was silly. If the whole world was silly, you know what I’d wear? An upside-down tuba, and one for a spare. A glove on my foot, and two socks on one hand, Yesterday’s junk mail; fresh peach skin (or canned). My big sister’s homework, my Uncle Jim’s lures, And maybe that G.I. Joe lunch pail of yours. Oversized dentures from Great, Great Aunt Milly. That’s what I’d wear if the whole world was silly. If the whole world was silly, you know what I’d do? I’d unzip the sky to let hippos skip through. I’d hop into books, and I’d flip through my bed. I’d butter my face, and smooth lip balm on bread. I’d plant fish from seed, and teach star fruit to swim. Then I’d color each glare with a nice shade of dim. Everyone’s name would end with “The Frilly,” If I was the queen, and the whole world was silly. © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2009
I think the birthday boy might be sleeping in. Shhh … party softly ’til he joins us again. ;)
WHO THE HECK WOKE ME…
MY BALLOON IS FULL OF HOT AIR
My balloon can soar and fly,
up in the blue and cloud filled sky.
traveling without a care
because it’s all full of hot air.
I think I’d like to be a balloon
and fly without a care,
but I can’t go fly for you see that I
am not full of hot air. Much.
© Copyright Walter the Frilly – 2013