LIVING IN A SHOE by Russ McKay

Posted on February 1, 2012
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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!

THE TORTOISE AND THE HARE by Russ McKay

Posted on January 20, 2012
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I just heard the story
Of the Tortoise and the Hare
I can’t believe that really happened
There must be some message there

I mean rabbits are like the fastest
Animals you can find
How can a slow and plodding turtle
Beat one to the finish line?

It must be what’s called a fable
That teaches you a lesson
Like “The Boy Who Cried Wolf”
He ended up confessin’

It means don’t take things for granted
And even though you’re slow
If you have perseverance
A long way you can go

You can be successful
You’ll be a winner too
If you do your best at all times
It’s all up to you

When you run the “Human Race”
You’ll never finish last
But it would make things much easier
If you could run fast!

SPELLING by Russ McKay

Posted on January 5, 2012
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When I have a hard time spelling a wurd
Like hippopotamus, rhinocerous or burd
I’m told to go to the dictionary for a clew
But if you can’t spell it what do you due?

The dictionary tells you the meaning of wurds
And how to pronounce them as well as nurds
They include all the wurds in the book and bind ‘em
But you gotta know how to spell ‘em to find ‘em

THE KINGDOM OF SILLY by Russ McKay

Posted on December 30, 2011
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“May I introduce to you the King Of Silly.
To whom you always must bow willy nilly”
“And every time to him you address
Our Royal King… as “Your Sillyness!”

The Kingdom wasn’t always silly you see
It used to be as sad as any could be
Then our King one day passed a decree
“ALL subjects must at once be quite SILLY!”

Well many found it easy to be
As silly as…well as silly as he
But some like Mr. Perious
Had a difficult time not being serious

The King sent his envoy over to meet
With Mr. Perious living on Somber Street
But it didn’t take long to correct his woes
With huge orange shoes and a big red nose

Then there was the librarian named Miss Proper
She was always serious and we couldn’t stop her
A simple solution was a feather dress
That constantly tickled…everywhere you could guess

So the Kingdom was peopled with the silliest kind
That had never a serious thought on their mind
We were all happy telling jokes and singing a song
That is…until YOU came along!

GET SILLY!

SUMMER SANTA by Russ McKay

Posted on December 7, 2011
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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!”

NOT A SPORTS STAR by Russ McKay

Posted on December 3, 2011
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He tried to dribble the football…fumble!
He tried to run with the basketball…stumble!
When he tried to run the hurdles… tumble!
Which always caused the coaches to…grumble!

All the other fellas played for teams
But Bobby’s sports were all in dreams
‘Though his sporting life was in the bleachers
He still was popular with his teachers

And after the games his friends would bring
Their homework for help ’cause Bobby was King
A straight “A” student all through school
That kid sure was nobody’s fool

Some of his classmates after graduation
Received scholarships and admiration
Bobby Excelled while he was in college
Acquiring scads of business knowledge

Three of Bobby’s former classmates
Became very famous sporting greats
Bobby could be jealous it would seem
But it was Bobby who owned the team

IF YOU WERE A GRAPE by Russ McKay

Posted on November 21, 2011
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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 in 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

JACK FROST by Russ McKay

Posted on November 12, 2011
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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 a 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 dude in jail!

WITCH’S BREW by Russ McKay

Posted on October 17, 2011
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There was an ugly old witch of a thing
That simply loved her soup cooking
Her concoctions were feared
‘Cause they really were weird
And the stench to your eyes, tears would bring

Well one day she cooked up a brew
That she called “spell casting stew”
It had an eye of a newt
And an old union suit
She put spiders legs in there too

She threw in a roadkill skunk
I tell you that soup really stunk!
There were two pigeon claws
And three cat’s hair balls
It was a thick creamy gunk!

Well she stirred and it boiled without halt
If it wasn’t nasty it wasn’t her fault
She made a cauldron of goop
But when I tasted the soup
I thought that it needed more salt!

MR. GRIEVE by Russ McKay

Posted on October 15, 2011
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MR. GRIEVE by Russ McKay

　

There is a horrible man named Grieve

The ugliest you could conceive

He has a wart on his nose

And he’s got four missing toes

A foul smell stays behind when he leaves!

It seems like he’s always been old

At least that’s what I have been told

He hobbles around

Looking straight at the ground

And his hands are all covered with mold

But seeing him is very rare

Oh, I forgot to mention his hair

I must confess

It’s a straggily mess

But he just doesn’t seem to care

Now that I think back I remember

I didn’t see him last September

Or March, May or June

‘Though it was a full moon

And I think I was out on my stair

Yes, I can remember the night

That I last saw him, what a fright!

The last time he was seen

Was this past Halloween

So I guess that he’s really all right!

　

　

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