Summer Santa by russ mckay
Posted on July 1, 2025
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I can finally tell you some Santa stuff
I’m sure you didn’t know
Like what does Santa do all year?
And where does Santa go?
‘Cause now that I’m a grown up
Many things I have found out
That I didn’t know when I was small
And… I had some doubt
You know there is a South Pole
Well Santa knows it too
In fact that’s where his condo is
With a pool and terrific view
He spends the summers on the beach
Sipping cooling drinks
And he gets a real nice suntan
At least that’s what Santa thinks
Sometimes he overdoes it
He burns his nose and cheeks
And if you look closely you’ll see it
All red and shades of pinks
And Rudolph brings the sunscreen
To put on Santa’s nose
‘Cause that reindeer got sunburned too
And that’s how Rudolph knows
He really only works one day
Of every single year
And I bet you know what day it is
When he brings you Christmas cheer
There also is a golf course
And Santa’s plays a lot
He has elves for caddies
And plenty elves he’s got
And Santa loves the swimming
In the South Pole sea
He’s up early every morning
And takes a nap ’round three
Now that one day in every year
That Santa does his thing
He ‘s working very hard all night
Millions of gifts delivering
So we don’t mind that he’s part time
But he sure gets lots of rest
But all the children tell him
“Santa you’re the best!”
“The Bowling Octopus” by russ mckay
Posted on June 22, 2025
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When Otto Octopus goes bowling
Everyone else complains
Because when Otto’s bowling
He uses all eight lanes
Other people have to wait
‘Til Otto finishes his games
Finally, it’s their turn to bowl
And they begin to call him names
But Otto just can’t help it
He loves his bowling so
He counts the days on tentacles
He can hardly wait to go
Otto’s there most every week
And he never shows fatigue
The owner likes the business
‘Cause all by himself…
Otto is a league!
READ AVENUE by russ mckay
Posted on June 17, 2025
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The ones with straight hair
And the ones with curls
Well all of the kids on Read Avenue
All had something that they loved to do
If there was even one book around
Or when on those rare times when books would abound
Nearly all of the kids on Read Avenue could be found
With noses buried in books and not looking around
The library over on Madison Street
Had rows of books lined up real neat
But all of the Read kids had already read ’em
And there were no new books so they couldn’t get ’em
When you read a book two or three times
Especially if it’s a book chuck full of rhymes
Well there’s no surprises… no none at all
. It almost makes one want to go to the mall
But then one day an amazing thing
I believe it was on the last day of spring
A truck pulled up to the Goodwill Store
Filled with books from door to door
The clerk at the Goodwill sent the book truck away
“We can’t take all those books!” and she shouted “Nay!”
But there was a resident of Read Avenue there
And he talked with the driver with the flaming red hair
Merely ten minutes later the truck full of books
Unloaded it’s cargo under smile happy looks
And that summer on Read Avenue there’s no doubt
Reading too many books made kid’s eyeballs fall out!
“Alphabet Party” by russ mckay
Posted on June 10, 2025
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“U” “R” invited to join “I”
At “A”s gala party the first of July
“U” may wonder “Y”
“I” hope “U” “L” “C”
“E” “F” “N” “G”
Have as much fun as can “B”
“J” “N” “I” are excited
26 are invited
“D” rest “R” all delighted
Double “U” is bringing “W”
“N” “Y” is bringing his “X”
“H” is coming with “K”
“O” by the way
I hope iced “T” is “O”K”
We’ll be there “A” to “Z”
So “F” there is a “Q” to “P”
Make the line form a “V”
“S” gonna “B” fun
“I” “M” almost done
And for our group
“I” “L” serve alphabet soup.
“Magic Nickel Machine” by russ mckay
Posted on May 31, 2025
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I have a neighbor Mr. Will
Who has a neat device
It turns your pennies into nickels
I’ve watched him do it twice
It really is a great machine
And it works every time
The only problem with it is
He charges you a dime!
Living In A Shoe by russ mckay
Posted on May 20, 2025
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There once was a family named Bleeker
All six of them lived in a sneaker
It was a giant size
And their home they did prize
But when it rained it was a leaker
When they bought it they got a good deal
But the problems they had were quite real
When the rain started in
“Let the mopping begin!”
Mrs. Bleeker would yell from the heel
The kids thought the house was real neat
Living there was a real feat
The roof had this big hole
Staying dry the main goal
They would never give up in defeat
In summer the sneaker got hot
Air conditioning they had not!
And you couldn’t go
Down into the toe
That room smelled bad as it got!
When the Bleekers grew up, moved away
The sneaker began to decay
It was torn down
And they built on that ground
A new high heeled pump that was gray!
“Jack Frost” by russ mckay
Posted on May 14, 2025
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Is there really a guy named Jack Frost?
Whose job it is to crisscross
The northern states all
At the end of the fall
Making sure that summer is lost
I can see that he’s been around
In the morning I look on the ground
If there’s lots of white
He came by last night
But who knows where he can be found?
I don’t really believe in him
I think it’s just somebody’s whim
I mean where does he go?
Is the next guy Jack Snow?
His existence seems rather dim
Mom says it’s just an old tale
That he coats every hill and each dale
But I’d ensure early spring
When Jack Thaw does his thing
I’d put that Jack Frost in jail!
If You Were A Grape by russ mckay
Posted on May 12, 2025
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If you were a grape you might hang in a bunch
And some hungry kid might have you for lunch
If you were a grape maybe grape juice you’d be
You’d have to be squeezed but you would flow free
If you were a grape you could be a jam or jelly
And you might wind up in somebody’s belly
If you were a grape you might become wine
You’d be in a bottle for a very long time
Yes a grape has potential to be different things
Just like girls and boys that can be anything
Your potential is so great it’s simply amazin’
In fact I’m so old I’ve turned into a raisin
“Humility” by russ mckay
Posted on May 4, 2025
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Being ” humble” should be our goal
From childhood up that’s what we’re told
But it gets tougher as you grow old
Your past triumphs are just like gold
You want to tell all you’ve done
And all the prizes that you’ve won
And you think that it’s really fun
To boast about a life well run
But it gets tough to find a listener
An attention paying true parishioner
Most have heard your tales before
When you arrive…they’re out the door
Yes it’s far better to be humble
Not being so’s a social stumble
I tell you this from experience
I’d start to talk, they’d start to wince
But I kept going just the same
They didn’t think I knew their game
I was never burdened with humility
What I seek in others is not in me
Although my recent audience
Now numbers less than few
It seems that I’ve just one reader left
And I’m sorry…but it’s you!
“Just Like Me” by russ mckay
Posted on April 26, 2025
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There once was a town along Pickelman’s Pike
Where all the kids looked exactly alike
They had the same color eyes and the same color hair
They even chose the same clothes to wear
It became very tough for their parents to tell
Which child was theirs and which one was…well
The kid down the block or the kid up the street
Each kid was identical…each kid that you’d meet
As you might imagine it was tough for the teachers
And difficult too for all of the preachers
If one kid was bad they ALL were in trouble
When two kids were there you always saw double
The whole town agreed a solution was needed
The school principal’s idea was the one that was heeded
. Each kid would wear a number…at school and in town
At least ’til a better solution was found
Of course the kids would switch numbers to confuse everyone
The parents were angry but the kids thought it fun
The kids knew who they were but weren’t too sure
The identity of anyone else anymore
So the whole town decided in the future there’d be
For each kid a unique look and personality
Kids tastes started changing…their manner and style
Each kid developed an individual smile
Soon the whole town decided it was better to be
One of a kind and just “one” of me
When everyone’s different everyone wins
But now what do we do with the Robinson twins?
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