The Hiding Remote by russ mckay
He’ll never ever find me hereI’m crammed way down into the rearWith sofa pillows all over meHe’ll look and look and never see Even his hand can’t reach this deepStaying hidden I can keep…From getting poked and squeezed and thrownThose hard landings make me moan I’d like staying here eternallyI’m peaceful and quiet… just let […]
The Cheerleader Who Couldn’t Spell
At Central High they had a cheer leading teamBeing on it was each girl student’s dreamHannah could do almost all the cheers wellBut there WAS a problem…she just couldn’t spell At Friday’s game she would lead many cheersHer arms shaping letters with all of her peersBut when it came time to spell out the schoolHer […]
A Diet by russ mckay
I should go on a dietTo lose weight I am toldI’m certainly willing to try itBut on it I’m not really sold It seems the WORLD’S on a dietAnd I don’t want to be meanBut I’m not yet ready to buy itWhen’s the last time you saw someone lean? They show skinny models on TVYou […]
I’m Not Glad about Being A Roach by russ mckay
I’m not glad that I’m a roach Folks hate me as I approach I’m always running for my life Living every minute under strife No vacations… no real home Never the subject of a poem What? You mean that’s no longer true? I’m so happily …don’t know what to do! Maybe life isn’t as bad […]
finger painting
Oh, finger painting I love But I should paint with a glove More gets on my feet Than my art paper sheet And I’m splattered below and above I also get paint in my hair And if my pretty paint smock weren’t there My dress that is blue Would be red and green too ‘Though […]
