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OK here is some of my fav poems when I was growing up.. Its what got me in to
poetry... I hope you enjoy them as much as I did and still do :).They are from Shel Silverstein

HURK
I'd rather play tennis than go to the dentist.
I'd rather play soccer than go to the doctor.
I'd rather play hurk than go to work.
Hurk? Hurk? What's Hurk?
I don't know, But it must be better than work.

That's about how I feel on my work.. Love my job but the boss is not so great!!!

OVERDUES
What do I do?
What do I do?
This library book is 42
years overdue.
I admit that it's mine
but I can't pay the fine-
Should I turn it in
or hide it again?
What do I do?
What do I do?

That's why i don't get books from library's i never want to take them back:) so i just buy my books now.....

ROCKABYE
Rockabye baby, in the treetop.
Don't you know A treetop
is no safe place to rock?
And who put you up there,
And your cradle to?
Baby, I think someone down here's
got it in for.

:) though it was kinda cute....

TICKLISH TOM
Did you hear about ticklish Tom?
He got tickled by him mom.
Wiggled and giggled and fell on the floor,
Laughed and rolled right out the door.
All the way to school and then
He got tickled by his friends.
Laughed tell he fell off his stool,
Laughed and rolled and rolled right out of school
down the stairs and finally stopped
till he got tickled by a cop.
And all the more that he kept gigglin'.
All the more the folks kept ticklin'.
He shrieked and screamed and rolled around,
Laughed his way right out of town.
Through the country down the road,
He got tickled by a toad.
Past the mountains across the plain,
Tickled by the falling rain,
Tickled by the soft brown grass,
Tickled by the clouds that passed,
Giggling, rolling on his back he rolled
on a railroad track. Rumble, rumble,
Whistle, roar---
Tom ain't ticklish anymore....

Kinda mean but kinda funny and cute:)

TWISTABLE, TURNABLE MAN
He's the twistable turnable squeezable pullable
stretchable foldable man.
He can crawl in your pocket or fit in you'r locket
or screw himself into a twenty-volt socket,
Or stretch himself up to the steeple or taller,
Or squeeze himself into a thimble or smaller,
Yes he can, course he can,
He's the twistable turnable squeezable pullable
stretchable shrinkable man.
And he lives a passable life
with his squeezable loveable kissable hugable
pullable tugable wife.
And they have two twistable kids
who bend up the way that they did.
And they turn and they stretch
just as much as they can for this
bendable foldable do-what-you'r-toldable
easily moldable buy-what-you're-soldable
washable mendable highly dependable
buyable saleable always available
bounceable unbreakable twistable
turnable man.

Think that's all right.. i use this poem to really get on my friends nerves get to where i can say it fast and it just bugs the
sh*t out of her:)...
 
 
 

SHAKING
Geraldine now, Stop shaking that cow
for heaven's sake, for your sake and the cows sake.
That's the dumbest way i've seen to make a milk shake.