MYRTLE THE TURTLE by Russ McKay
There once was a turtle named Myrtle Who thought that she needed a girdle One look in the mirror she found That her body shape was quite round Getting thin would pose quite a hurdle She tried nearly every way to lose girth But slimming ideas…there was a dearth She thought maybe a skirt’ll Hide […]
THE LITTLE CLOUD by Russ McKay
‘Though I am just a little cloud I’m fluffy and billowy and very proud If I keep growing then I guess I’ll become a big old cumulus And float with my friends so you can peer us And tell us apart from those wispy cirrus We cumulus clouds have the most status We’re not stringy […]
MEMORY by Russ McKay
Everyone says my memory Is ’bout as good as it can be Things that happened last September I find it easy to remember If only once I even saw it It’s no trouble to recall it I remember Mom bought a broom It was on the fourth of June Memory is just a game you […]
JUST ONE TOOTH by Russ McKay
What can you do with just one tooth? It makes eating difficult when you’re a youth I can punch a hole in my food that’s true But that’s about all I can do My tooth’s on the bottom so when I take a nip All I seem to bite is my upper lip!
FIREHOUSE by Russ McKay
Our school class toured the firehouse Saw three firetrucks and the gear They slid down the brass firepole Clanged the bell for us to hear And we heard the many sirens Tried on what firemen wear Increase the effect of nitric oxide by inhibiting phosphodiesterase type viagra canada mastercard 5 (PDE5), which is responsible for […]
WORDS THAT DO NOT RHYME by Russ McKay
If you are a poet then the lines must rhyme And make sure you do it each and every time Unless of course you write free verse But I can think of nothing worse The trouble is…my most favorite color cheap cialis from canada Lawax capsule and Vital M-40 capsule are two such herbal preparations […]
BIRDS by Russ Mckay
Birds don’t “go” like you and me When they “go” it’s number THREE
FINGER PAINTING by Russ McKay
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 […]
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