“Burp” the Swine. by russ mckay
Posted on March 15, 2025
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Hi! I’m Burp and yes I’m a swine
And the pleasure of meeting you is just divine
And just because I’m a swine and big
Doesn’t mean that you need to call me a “PIG”
I’ve heard people say “Those PIGS just stink”
But under all that mud we’re mostly pink
Our table manners are slight cause we don’t use a fork
And, around us, please never say the word “PORK”
We squeel and we grunt and we root around
And our farmer’s happy as we gain every pound
I agree that we’re overweight and possibly fat
It seems we’re always eating so I’ll admit that
I see you like snacking when you’re reading a rhyme
And I bet you do it nearly all of the time
But to think we’ll eat anything is a big mistake
By the way are you planning to eat all that cake?
“Sirens” by russ mckay
Posted on March 3, 2025
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Sirens fascinate me
When I hear them getting louder
If I could drive an ambulance
I could not be any prouder
“Woop, woop, woop”
And “Dee Daw, Dee Daw”
I would make the siren blast
I’d rush through downtown traffic
I’d drive carefully, but fast
Yes I would love to drive an ambulance
A job where time’s well spent
I’d like to be the driver
But not the occupant!
“The Little Cloud” by russ mckay
Posted on February 20, 2025
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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 and gray like those skimpy stratus
You can tell I like being what I am
And I like changing shapes which I can
Down on the ground as you gaze on high
You’ll be guessing what I look like as I fly by
But if I get noisy and turn grey/blue
I’ll be getting ready to rain on you
But don’t take shelter under a tree
‘Cause lightning bolts might come from me
I’d much rather float in the sun up high
Looking like cotton shapes in the sky
So when you see me wave and say Hey
And I’ll save my rain for another day
“The Cat Up A Tree” by silly grandpa
Posted on February 11, 2025
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I spied a cat up in a tree
It was looking down at me
But when I smiled it turned away
And I didn’t know quite what to say
How’d you get there? I wanted to ask
It must have been quite a task!
I stood looking up from the ground
Wondering how the cat would get down
I didn’t know then, but it wondered too
And also did not know what to do
After both of us stared for quite a while
The cat finally began to smile
“Are you the Cheshire cat?” Was my query
But the feline was becoming weary
“I’ll climb up and help you down!”
But then the cat began to frown.
I took no mind and started up
And just as I got to the top
The feline jumped upon my back
Then ran down to the ground
…and that’s a fact
I rested on the skinny top limb
By the way, the treed cat was a him
Now I was the one who began to frown
Because I had no way to get myself down
I was feeling really really dumb
When the local firemen had to come
And help me get down from that tree
Then the cat began to laugh at me
But that was not the story’s end
The once-treed cat became my friend
We joked about the tree and me
Stuck on the top of that tall tree
It’s a wonderful thing when a friend is found
But from now on we’ll stay on the ground
“The Silly Animal Zoo” by silly grandpa
Posted on February 10, 2025
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I promised not to say exactly where
But a Silly Zoo really is there
You couldn’t find it if you tried
But I’m happy to give you all a guide
Right at the door of that magical place
You’ll see a turtle with a monkey face
The next critter over is very small
A purple striped mouse whose name is Paul
You’ll hear it before you see it next
An elephant bird that’s very perplexed
Then there’s one fellow too big to hide
An anteater with a snout two miles wide
There are no lions or tigers at this zoo
‘Cause normal animals just won’t do
The closest thing to something you’ve seen
A huge rhinoceros that’s a very bright green
There is one way you might get in
A zookeeper by the name of Ken…
Is no longer there and his job is open
So if you apply you must excel at ropin’
Ken used to say that the animals hate him
And he was right because they ate him
“Stinky Feet” by sillygrandpa.com
Posted on January 30, 2025
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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
“Sheepish Love” by russ mckay
Posted on January 22, 2025
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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.”
“Different” by russ mckay
Posted on January 17, 2025
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I’m not like a dragon that has a fiery sneeze
And I’m not like a Pterodactyl floating on a breeze
I don’t have colorful scales like those upon a Koi
No I’m not like one of those…’cause I am just a boy
I like to play with Legos and have fun with Pokemon
And I like it when there are big rocks that I can climb upon
I guess I’m kinda like all boys at least that’s what I am told
I don’t know what I wanna be when I get to be so old
But I am sure of one thing that I’ll share with you
Just because I like the same things that most boys like to do
It doesn’t mean that I’m not special you could even say “Unique”
And that goes for all you guys whether sporty or a geek
Every one of us is the only one like us (unless you are a twin)
And there never was or will be a boy like us again
I’m very thankful that there’s no one like me in this whole wide world
But most of all I’m thankful that… I am not a GIRL!
“Goodnights”
Posted on January 11, 2025
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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 Clumsy Mountain Goat” by russ mckay
Posted on January 4, 2025
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They named their first born Billy
And ‘though it seems rather silly
As Mountain goats go
He was stumbling and slow
Billy just couldn’t stand on hills hilly
His mother was still very proud
While his father was still very loud
They were trying to raise
Billy’s confidence with praise
But he just couldn’t keep up with the crowd
Billy leapt around hills unafraid
His legs covered by one huge Band Aid
He would slip, trip and stumble
Other goats heard him mumble
He just couldn’t make the grade
So finally his parents agreed
There was an urgent need
With injuries mountin’
“Get him off of this mountain!!!”
A warning he’d sure have to heed
Well the years for the kid they went by
Billy never would climb…didn’t try
Wed a cute nanny named Sally
Bought land in the Valley
Watched his land values soar to the sky!!!
Billy never again slipped and fell
In fact he’s now doing quite well
He’s got wealth beyond countin’
Bought his Mom and Dad their own mountain
‘Cause he left the Hill for the Dell
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