Sheepish Love
Posted on February 5, 2023
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The old Ram was eating his lunch
Munching grass blades by the bunch
But then his farmyard wife came by
The ram stopped eating to just say “Hi”
She had been shorn that morn of her wonderful wool
And she felt not as pretty and a bit of a fool
But the Ram hubby knew just what to do
And said ” You look beautiful and I love EWE.”
New Baby Brother
Posted on January 28, 2023
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Well they finally did it!
They brought him home today
My “bouncing baby brother”
As they like to say
I saw him in the nursery
Through the window there
I couldn’t see too much of him
Just his nose, forehead and hair
I guess I’ll just get used to
Having him around
He surely is a noisy thing
When they lay him down
I was such a happy baby
I was never sad
And I’ve grown up to be a good girl
I’m very rarely bad
But I just don’t understand
Why they think they need
A messy crying baby
Another mouth to feed
I’m tall enough to peek in
His crib and bassinette
And only when he’s sleeping
That’s close as I want to get
“What’s that Mom…
Me…hold him?”
“I really don’t…oh well
He’s looking right up at me
As far as I can tell”
“So this litle thing’s my brother
He’s being quiet now
You know…I think he likes me
He just yawned…Oh wow!”
“Can’t I just keep holding him
I like the way he feels
And his blue eyes are real pretty
They’re as big as seals”
“So…Hi there brother Billy
It’s almost time for lunch
I’m your sister Cathy
And I love you very much!”
Stinky Feet
Posted on January 16, 2023
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I know it’s not neat
To have stinky feet
But pretty often I do
Inside my sneakers
The airflow is weaker
And my socks start smelling like poo
Yes after each shower
I smell like a flower
I’m clean from head to toe
But it doesn’t take long
My aroma goes wrong
And that clean smell I had gets “so so”
The bad smell I get
Comes from the sweat
They say it’s a phase I’ll outgrow
I take my socks off each day
Even dogs run away
As fast as their four legs can go
I have learned a lot
From this problem I’ve got
It has something to do with where
And why your nose
Is so far from your toes
It’s so you can breathe in clean air
When I Grow Up by russ mckay
Posted on January 6, 2023
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When I grow up what will I be?
What will the future hold for me?
I like odd coins so on my list
It’s possible to become a numismatist
And I also like birds so I could see
Myself at a school of ornothology
And though reptiles are fascinating to me
I don’t think I’ll study herpetology
I could be a fireman or policeman or engineer
And I’ve only been thinking ’bout this since last year
There’s only one thing certain that I can say
When I grow up I’ll be older than I am today
The Littlest Christmas Tree by russ mckay
Posted on December 18, 2022
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Smack dab in the middle of a great green forest
Far beyond where anyone could see
Grew the tiniest smallest but surely the prettiest
Perfectly shaped evergreen tree
The big trees around him just blocked out the sun
And he could scarcely see stars when each day was done
He wanted to grow big and full like the others
He’d be about eight feet tall had he had his druthers
A growing tree needs rain, air and sun
But this poor evergreen almost got none
His secret wish was one day to be
A brightly trimmed star topped Christmas tree
But alack and alas as the Christmas’s passed
Never one mortal soul came near him to see
What a spectacularly fine Christmas tree
He would be
It was now the third winter and with snow on his boughs
. He was startled to hear some loud whooping yowls
As he glanced around, an astonishing sight
Two kids and two parents appeared in the night
“There it is! I told you…I saw it before!”
“We just couldn’t find it
But we’ll be searching no more!”
The tree tried his best not to look at the axe
But if you want them to take you
You have to face facts
When the chopping was over and had not hurt a bit
The tree happily found that he perfectly fit
In the bed of their pickup an F150
On the ride home he thought “Man…this is nifty!”
What a wonderful Christmas it came to be
For the lucky family and of course for the tree
So the littlest tree in the forest had his dreams come true
And if you’re good and patient your dreams will too!
“Goodnights” by russ mckay
Posted on December 7, 2022
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Every night at bedtime
After my prayers are said
I say goodnight to all the things
On and near my bed
Goodnight Mr. Teddy Bear
And Mr. Panda too
And Goodnight Dolly Polly
I bid sweet dreams to you
And then Goodnight to Mom or Dad
Who came to tuck me in
And a last Goodnight to my favorite pet
My Cocker Spaniel Ben
And then they turn my light out
And my room goes black
I say Goodnight just one more time
And hope no one answers back!
The Adventures Of Drew
Posted on November 29, 2022
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by russ mckay Art by Jonathan Bernardo
The Equivalent of my Sonogram
“The truth is, that when anyone is born, they depend solely on others for everything! That was certainly the case for me, but with a twist. I was not born in a hospital, but in an artists studio. I really don’t have memories of the beginning, until I had my head on straight, my curly head! Even after I had my first smile, I had nothing to say because there was no balloon. Yes. I need my balloon to utter a single word. I am able to do onomatopoeia things like “Crash!” “Bang” “Wham”…you know stuff like that, without a balloon.”
“What?”
“Oh that’s a good question! Why am I able to communicate with you? Art, my creator, as he loves to call himself, always leaves me drawn with arms and hands after work, and I can operate the keyboard, although I do have to press hard on each key. Sometimes I just jump on them! Kinda dance a message!”
“I’m doing this interview with Russ, but I’m not so sure that the word “Adventures” that he suggested, is wholly accurate. But I guess whatever I do is somewhat interesting because, what other cartoon, I really dislike that word, is gonna reveal what really happens on those sheets of artist paper?”
“I’ll let you in on a little secret. I never have to sleep. so guess when I get to do what I want to do, and not just what Art decides? So maybe we could call them “Nightime” adventures. I’m OK with that.”
“Now, let me tell you about what happened… just… last… night!”
Adventure One
“It was getting late and Art was tired. He began to erase me because he didn’t like the idea he had started on, but after he erased my hair, my wonderful curly hair, he got a call and never came back.
I slipped over to the computer which he had left on, and was going through the Amazon site looking for new clothes. Art has me in Tee shirt, Cargo shorts and a back pack and those droopy socks and plain roundish shoes. NO COLOR! Although honestly I don’t have any suggestions, so I’m not going to complain…Art has that eraser,
But I heard a noise near the door. I thought it might be a cat trying to get into the studio. I went to the window and peeked out. It was a cat, but a cartoon one. Well, I can’t open a door (2 dimensions) so I just stuck myself to the window pane and made noises. He looked up at me. He had on a silly red and white long cap and red bow tie and a big mouth. I was jealous about the mouth, Igot his attention and held up a finger for him to wait, and as I looked at the door it hit me! I can’t grasp the door knob very well, but I’m sure I could slip through the side edge of the door, and so could the cat!
I went out and showed him how to get in and once inside I recognized him from one of the books that Art had. Wow! This cat was famous…THE Cat In The Hat! Here! In person!
We cartoons can converse with each other, but need those balloons to talk in our comics.
Art calls them Graphic Novels! Maybe one day I’ll be a main character in one of those, but it depends on Art! Anyhow, The CITH, for short, was very sad and I asked him why.
When he finished sobbing he whimpered…”I…..I’m…out of print! So many years and now just no more demand to read about me. Oh the old books are still around but I….oh this hurtst……there wasn’t even a Thanksgiving Day Balloon in the Macy’s Parade. It’s done!”
“We don’t have tears unless they’re drawn, so that’s a comfort I guess. But it was still a sad scene.”
“But then I asked why did he come to my studio. He said that maybe Art could give him a new life. Maybe we could be a team ….CITH and Drew. I said that I would ask Art about it in the morning, but I wasn’t too hopeful.”
“In the morning, I introduced Art to CITH by both of us lying flat on the drawing table. Art was surprised. He wisely gave us both our own balloons, and we told him about the night before. I also told Art about the clothes at Amazon …”That will have to wait!” he responded rather gruffly.”
“So what happened was that Art ditched the Hat and the bow tie, and changed CITH into “Ally Cat” and he and I would be buddies in a story series. But the best part, other than getting my own balloon, and my curly hair back, was that Art made my mouth almost as large as Ally’s!”
Watch this space for the further Adventures of Drew and Ally.
Turtle In A Tree by sillygrandpa.com
Posted on November 22, 2022
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Did you ever see
A turtle in a tree?
Not me!
Because you see…
I don’t think there COULD be
A turtle in a tree
Because we know very well
A turtle in a shell
Wouldn’t WANT to be
Up any tree
Turtles can be found
On the ground
And if you are around
They are bound
To hide
Inside
Their shell
That fits so well
As far as I can tell
So if you see
A turtle up a tree
Please do something for me
Get it down
On to the ground
Opinion by russ mckay
Posted on November 14, 2022
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You’re entitled to your opinion
As I am to mine
Spirited discussion borders on divine
We came to think differently…me and you
By the way we were raised and the things that we do
So tell me honestly what you think
And I’ll give you my opinion as quick as a wink
Even though sometimes I may not agree
And you may not agree with me
You will realize and it won’t take long
If I agreed with you
We’d both be wrong!
Brushing My Teeth by sillygrandpa.com
Posted on November 7, 2022
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Mom and Dad make me brush my teeth
In the morning and at night
I do it ’cause they want me to
But when I grow up I might…
Not brush them very often
Not brush them like I should
Because I’m not too sure that doing it
Really does much good
I brushed my teeth an awful lot
I never missed a day
I didn’t mind the brushing then
But now I have some doubt
‘Cause I recall when I was five
All my teeth fell out!
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