Writing Poetry Is Easy by Russ McKay
Posted on August 26, 2017
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I decided I’d write poetry
It’s an easy thing to do
You just have to make sure that
The last words rhyme…ah…too!
Heck you could write of anything
As long as you remember
That that last word in each key line
Rhymes with the one…ah..befember.
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Poetry has a meter
Kind of like the beat of a song
A cadence, pace or natural flow or..ah..rhythmter
Anyway, poetry is a beautiful thing
It lifts our spirits high
Anyone can be a poet
All you need do is…attempt it!
The Dog That Ate The Homework by Russ McKay
Posted on August 25, 2017
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I’m the dog that ate the homework
I’m famous far and wide
And when my master leaves for school
His swallowed work’s inside
I’ve digested last night’s history
And mathematics too
Some nights I just can’t eat it all
There’s so much work to do
So I cover it with bite marks
Tear holes and rips throughout
And the teachers can’t tell whether
He did the work or not
And I’m getting kinda chubby
Overeating like I do
But it seems I just can’t help myself
I love paper, ink and glue
And on those special mornings
Just as he goes out the door
He tries to find his homework
That he hid the night before
But I’d found it once again
I’d tracked it by the smell
After all I am a bloodhound
Finding…. I do well
He’s had long talks with me
And so’s his Mom and Dad
And ‘though I just can’t stop myself
I do feel kinda bad
But I think I know a way to stop
Eating homework like I do
I’ll eat each days newspaper
After it’s read through and through!
SIRENS by Russ McKay
Posted on August 9, 2017
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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 like to drive an ambulance
A job where time’s well spent
I’d love to be the driver
But not the occupant!
SOLAR ECLIPSE by Russ McKay
Posted on August 4, 2017
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Today was a solar eclipse
We saw it on one of our trips
We couldn’t look at the sun
Even when it was done
We saw the shadow on paper strips
They told us “Don’t try to see
And view the eclipse directly”
If you get hurt by the eclipse
Then what’s the sense of these trips?
Why they hold these eclipses stumps me!
The Cheerleader That Couldn’t Spell by Russ McKay
Posted on August 3, 2017
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Eating Rattlesnake by Russ McKay
Posted on July 29, 2017
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We went to Texas to see my Uncle Jake
And one night for dinner we all ate rattlesnake
They said “Don’t worry it tastes like chicken”
It was OK but it wasn’t fingerlickin’
But I think that eating it was a BIG mistake
‘Cause now each time that I eat chicken
It tastes like rattlesnake
Grand Kid’s Chat by Russ McKay
Posted on July 23, 2017
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As Grand kids grow older they change very fast
Yes “Two weeks ago”…well that was the past
Being a Grandpa today has many trials
But all that you’re after are one of “Those Smiles”
They get taller and cuter and quicker and smarter
If a Grandpa wants answers then he’s gotta barter
They also learn things that you have forgot
If you EVER did know them…probably not
When talking to Dannie…Zoology’s her thing
If chatting with Lucy great books are the king
Now Gigi loves Science…not one of my fields
And Gus loves Gymnastics…my head’s over heels
Jonathan and Star Wars are so closely linked
He’ll spout twenty facts before I have blinked
John Scot Junior always knows what is newest
And my knowledge of new things is one of my fewest
When talking to Judson Silly’s the game
But I’m up for that ’cause it’s part of my name
And then there is Sarah too young to converse
But she is so cute that I want to write verse
All Eight of my grandkids are God’s great blessing
And I love them all dearly…of that I’m confessing
Witch’s Brew by Russ McKay
Posted on July 17, 2017
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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!
The Right Dog by Russ McKay
Posted on July 14, 2017
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Annie McBride
Just couldn’t decide
On what kind of dog to get
She had a book that showed all
Canines large and small
But which breed would make the best pet?
There were Dashunds and Spaniels
Some looked like Miss Daniels
Her English teacher at school
There were Huskys and Hounds
The selection abounds
“I wouldn’t want one that would drool!”
She saw a Setter and Terrier
A Great Dane that could carry her
There must have been two hundred kinds
There were oodles of Poodles
A Komondor she’d name “Noodles”
The choice could drive kids from their minds
“I thought it would be tough
But it’s been “Ruff Ruff”
I want a dog that’s just right
I’m on page eighty one
I’m not even half done
This selection could take me all night!”
“Well it took me ’till two
But I finally got through
The selection was really a toughy
And I must admit
I almost did quit
But now I’ve a new cat named “Fluffy!”
The Magic Carousel Pony by Russ McKay
Posted on July 7, 2017
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Once upon a happy time in a small village in the dell
There lived a kind old gentleman who had a carousel
‘Though there weren’t many children there he’d spent most of his life
Carving and painting prancing horses with the help of his loving wife
He had just finished making his finest carving by far
A beautiful pure white pony that he named “Shooting Star”
Her mane was mainly silver and her eyes a rich deep blue
And when he put on her silver tail he thought that he was through
“She needs a special saddle like you’ve never made before”
His wife whispered to him as he walked out of the door
“My yes…you’re right! It must be something special like no other on this earth
Something…well…that’s MAGIC ’cause that’s what she is worth”
The old carver got some gold foil and some purple velvet too
He shaped and smoothed the saddle and right when he was through
A bright light shone in the heavens… right above his shop
The light kept burning brightly ’til he thought it wouldn’t stop
Then suddenly that heavenly brightness slammed into the ground
And when he looked more closely here’s exactly what he found
A small mound of silvery white glittering cosmic dust
Right in the center of a great old huge pile of orange rust
“My my!” said the carver “What do we have here?”
“Could this be some stardust?” he asked without a fear
And indeed it WAS stardust and he scooped it all right up
Then carefully poured it into his empty coffee cup
An idea popped into the carver’s bright creative mind
Just exactly what to do with his newfound heavenly find
He sprinkled all the stardust on Shooting Star’s new saddle
And smoothed it to perfection with his artist’s paddle
As he stood there observing his latest bold creation
He experienced a strange and completely new sensation
His carved pony moved her head very slowly at the first
And then all of a sudden a great loud whinnying burst
There was Shooting Star prancing all by herself
Not on the carousel and not even on the shelf
She was alive…yes she really was
And he knew that the stardust was THE primary cause
Then suddenly he heard a familiar voice speak upon his ear
Say…”It’s time for breakfast…c’mon and wake up Dear!”
So…he had been sleeping and it was all a dream
But he thought it very real…as real as real could seem
The carver had his breakfast then went out to his shop
But as he opened up the door what he saw…quickly made him stop
The new pony he had carved wasn’t anywhere in sight
She truly was completely gone…disappeared sometime in the night
Then as he looked upward into the dark morning sky
He saw a bright object swoop loop and then it flew right by
“It’s Shooting Star” he exclaimed “It wasn’t just a dream!”
Proving carousel ponies sometimes are NOT exactly what they seem!
