“Words That Do Not Rhyme”
Posted on August 25, 2023
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If you are a poet then the lines should 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
“Orange” doesn’t rhyme with any other
Then there is “Month” that has no rhyme
I’ve tried to rhyme it many a time
So nothing really rhymes with orange
OH…OH…I put it at the end….oh…DARNGE!!!
Different by russ mckay
Posted on August 16, 2023
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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
Everyone 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 the whole wide world
But most of all I’m thankful that… I am not a GIRL!
Living In A Shoe by sillygrandpa.com
Posted on August 8, 2023
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There once was a family named Bleeker
All six of them lived in a sneaker
It was a giant size
And their home they did prize
But when it rained it was a leaker
When they bought it they got a good deal
But the problems they had were quite real
When the rain started in
“Let the mopping begin!”
Mrs. Bleeker would yell from the heel
The kids thought the house was real neat
Living there was a real feat
The roof had this big hole
Staying dry the main goal
They would never give up in defeat
In summer the sneaker got hot
Air conditioning they had not!
And you couldn’t go
Down into the toe
That room smelled bad as it got!
When the Bleekers grew up, moved away
The sneaker began to decay
It was torn down
And they built on that ground
A new high heeled pump that was gray!
“Spelling” by russ mckay
Posted on July 31, 2023
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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
The Cow
Posted on July 27, 2023
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What if you were a cow
What would you be doing now?
For animals bovine
Grass is divine
And they eat more than a sow
A mouthfull of grass is a cud
It’s composed of both grass and mud
Cows think they are yummy
And with an extra tummy
The cud goes down with a thud
Cows never ever eat meat
Mostly stand around on their feet
They’ll squat down in the grass
To let rain showers pass
Then stand on dry ground…that’s so neat
Cows weigh almost nine hundred pounds
They’re thankful that green fields abound
They must keep eating all day
To stay looking that way
Cow shapes are mostly round
Do you think that you’d like a cow’s life?
Would you like to be a bull’s wife?
Cows give milk every day
Without any pay
I feel certain cow boredom is rife
King Dumb
Posted on July 18, 2023
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Once upon a time there was a King
Who didn’t seem to know anything
He was thought by some
To be very dumb
He never would talk but he did sing
Well one day a little boy
Asked the King if he’d like a toy
The King nodded his head
And still nothing was said
By the way the child’s name was Roy
Roy and the King’s friendship was true
Of the friendship soon everyone knew
And though in the castle…some
Still thought the King Dumb
Roy said “After all…he’s only two!”
Just One Tooth by russ mckay
Posted on July 11, 2023
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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
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!
UNTHINKABLE by russ mckay
Posted on July 6, 2023
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I heard someone say “…that’s UNTHINKABLE “
And that really caused me to think
I bet that I could have thought of it
Thought of it quick as a wink
I’m thinking almost all the time
It’s something that I like to do
But sometimes what I think about
I’m not sure I want to tell you
I think thinking should be private
‘Cause thoughts aren’t always nice
There are thoughts that I try rethinking
But I always think the same thing twice
So after all this thinking ’bout “Unthinkable”
I still have some doubt in my head
All that good thinking was wasted
And I wish that word had not been said
The Fly On The Wall by russ mckay
Posted on July 1, 2023
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I’m the fly on the wall
And I hear and see all
Like, when you’re yellin’
And though I’m not tellin’
I would and I could since I saw
But I really can’t speak for myself
And I have to fly like a stealth
‘Cause if I start buzzin’
I’ll get squashed like my cousin
That fly’s knowledge was wealth
So I decided to write this poem
To readers and I don’t even know’em
I’ll tell what you did
You really loud kid
If you don’t have wings, better grow’em
I’ll tell ’bout the day that you hid
Your brother’s toy under the bed
And that time you weren’t sick
It was all just a trick
To stay home from school instead
And there’s lots more that I know about you
I could tell things and make your parents turn blue
Like the time you spilled ink
And made your Dad and Mom think
It was caused by your cat ” Boogaloo”
So I’ll just stay a wall squatter
Ah…. what’s that in your hand…a fly swatter?
I’m sorry to say
That I must fly away
Whoosh!
“THAT TIME I GOT ‘ER!”
The Frog And The Dog by russ mckay
Posted on June 24, 2023
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There once was a dog whose best friend was a frog
A very unusual fraternity
A dog should try to always stay dry
But a frog…as wet as can be
The dog would bark as he ran ’round the park
And the frog would croak as he took stroke after stroke
They would smile as they watched each other
And often they’d sit quietly by
To just gaze at the sky
The point being…that they were together
But it was a shame that neither one had a name
You see… they both were orphans
But when together… no matter the weather
Their brains pumped out endomorphins
Then one said to the other..”We’re unlikely brothers”
And the other quite quickly agreed
Then they both opted to pretend they’re adopted
A case they could easily plead
If brotherhood they would claim they needed a name
One that conveyed family strength
They thought hard and long
Dismissed ideas that were wrong
Then finally after great length
They shook paw and claw
Barked… croaked.. and stood tall
Shouting their new names to the land
“I’m BULLDOG” and “I’m BULLFROG”
“Brotherhood…ahh it is GRAND!!!”
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