SPELLING by russ mckay
Posted on November 21, 2019
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When I have a hard time spelling a wurd
Like hippopotamus, rhinoceros 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
My Little Guest by russ mckay
Posted on November 14, 2019
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Our weekend guests brought their little child
He was most gentle, meek and mild
He only did what he was told to do
And every sentence he’d end “Thank You”
He was unlike any other boy
He was a total supreme joy
He washed his hands without being told
Yet he was only eight years old
Always smiling every chore he’d do
And everything he said was true
He’d say “Yes M’aam” and “Yes Sir” too
He behaved the best the weekend through
I was amazed by this little lad
The best guest I have ever had
It was a pleasure to even know him
I’d trust him far as I could throw him!
The Silly Animal Zoo by russ mckay
Posted on November 11, 2019
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I promised not to say exactly where
But a Silly Zoo is really 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 that’s 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…
He’s no longer there so his job is open
And 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
Autumn Leaves by russ mckay
Posted on November 4, 2019
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I love to play under leaves in a pile
I dive right in…can’t help but smile
You can get yourself covered
And you won’t be discovered
‘Til you pop your head up after a while
But yesterday I got a surprise
When I jumped in some leaves piled high
When I got near the ground
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I wasn’t the first to arrive
My neighbor Billy was there
He had jumped in the pile on a dare
We both bumped our heads
A pile won’t hold two kids
Of that we’re now sorely aware
Halloween by russ mckay
Posted on October 15, 2019
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Well it’s almost here again
The October night of great pretend
It gives us all a chance to see
What kids and adults really want to be
Hoards of people at all age levels
Dress up as ghosts and witches and devils
I remember our neighbor Mr. Decinces
Wore the costume of a fairy Princess
But it was all Ok I’ve found out since
His wife dressed up as the handsome Prince
Parties crammed with those in disguise
But a word of warning…the girls could be guys
I have yet to decide what I want to be
What costume would be right for me?
I’ll be hidden inside and you won’t know it
No one could guess if I dress as a poet!
Witches Brew by russ mckay
Posted on October 6, 2019
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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!
“Goodnights” by russ mckay
Posted on October 2, 2019
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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 nothing answers back!
Only One Tooth by russ mckay
Posted on September 22, 2019
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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
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My tooth’s on the bottom so when I take a nip
All I seem to bite is my upper lip!
Ogden Nash by russ mckay
Posted on September 13, 2019
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I miss a writer named Ogden Nash
His rhymes were funny and often brash
Sometimes he would fracture verse
And he was almost never terse
And one thing more that’s really neat
He used to live just up the street
I wasn’t writing poems back then
Not yet taking up the pen
But I wish that he were here today
I’d show him my work to hear what he’d say
‘Though I might be a bit afraid
He’d say that my skills don’t make the grade
He might refuse to help my cause
Because my poetry has such flaws
People sometimes aren’t the way they seem
He might have turned out to be really mean
So it’s silly for me to have this dread
That I’ve been conjuring in my head
He really can’t hurt my feelings none
‘Cause he’s been dead since ’71!
When I Grow Up by russ mckay
Posted on September 4, 2019
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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
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