Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Waxing Poetic

I've written two fun poems today:

Herbert likes his choc’late
He eats it all the time
Breakfast, lunch, or snacking
Whenever it comes to min’

He eats it with his cereal
That’s not that hard to do
Count Coco’s double chocolate crunch
And Chocolate syrup goo

He eats it out at recess
His buddies like to share
Herbert always brings them extra
There’s some sticking in his hair

Bananas dipped in chocolate
A carrot and some peaches
They all go in the chocolate sauce
While Herbert’s teacher teaches

At lunch he eats a well rounded meal
He eats some chocolate bread
Fudge goes in the middle
With peanut butter spread

After weeks and months of nothing else
Herbert’s body changed
With only one thing to grow on
His molecules rearranged

His hair turned brown, so did his eyes
And wouldn’t you just know it
He even smelled a chocolate smell
While going to the toilet

So in alarm, his mom declared,
“Herbert William Twist
You must stop eating cocoa
On this I must insist!”

She switched out all his goodies
With healthy wholesome snacks
Broccoli, beans and carrots
With nothing on their backs

Not near as good or tasty
He ate his beets and leeks
It seemed like every meal time
Lasted weeks and weeks

But Herbert William soon discovered
One day while so down hearted
His mother gave him strawberry milk
And his new obsession started


The second one:
A dad’s most dreaded nightmare
Is going down the aisle
With birds and chirping nightingales
To cross it takes a while

No not the aisle all dressed in white
It’s different than you think
The one that’s filled with cute stuff
The one that’s dressed in pink

This doll has got real girl’s hair
You can brush it if you like
That doll has her own corvette
She likes a guy named Mike

This kitchen set has all the stuff
That you’d find in our home
A little fairy princess
Is sitting all alone

Oh please, please Daddy! Oh don’t you care
That princess is so sad!
Oh get her for me daddy!
I promise I won’t be bad!

Oh curse you dreaded pink aisle
You’re nasty and so stinky!
For nothing proves so well to all
I’m wrapped around her pinky