Funny Kids Poems: My Pasta Tried to Eat Me
One day while at the table
My poor pasta went insane,
I jumped back in complete surprise
In time to save my brain.
I don’t know what compelled me
On this day to eat such food,
And I can’t see why my pasta
Is in such a crumby mood.
Funny Kids Poems
My poor pasta went insane,
I jumped back in complete surprise
In time to save my brain.
I don’t know what compelled me
On this day to eat such food,
And I can’t see why my pasta
Is in such a crumby mood.
Funny Kids Poems
My pasta wants to eat me!
I just felt its piercing jaws,
And I noticed on its noodles
Is a pair of shining claws.
I now turn and face the villain
It is time that we both meet,
I must grab a fork and knife
And it’s the pasta that I’ll eat.
© 2002 John Brassey
I just felt its piercing jaws,
And I noticed on its noodles
Is a pair of shining claws.
I now turn and face the villain
It is time that we both meet,
I must grab a fork and knife
And it’s the pasta that I’ll eat.
© 2002 John Brassey
Funny Kids Poems: Blame Your Mother's Father
I have just begun to notice
That among the tips of gray,
Is a spot in which my hair
Has gotten up and walked away.
But it really made me nervous
When my length began to lack,
And it started falling faster
Then it managed to grow back.
I’m convinced I must have fainted
When exactly as I’d feared,
Yet another clump went missing
But it never reappeared.
I can sense my ego sinking
It will turn to nothing soon,
As it rapidly reduces
Like a shriveling balloon.
Funny Kids Poems
That among the tips of gray,
Is a spot in which my hair
Has gotten up and walked away.
But it really made me nervous
When my length began to lack,
And it started falling faster
Then it managed to grow back.
I’m convinced I must have fainted
When exactly as I’d feared,
Yet another clump went missing
But it never reappeared.
I can sense my ego sinking
It will turn to nothing soon,
As it rapidly reduces
Like a shriveling balloon.
Funny Kids Poems
While my comb over was clever
I received a big surprise,
When the hair that I was using
Vanished right before my eyes.
But if I can grow the back out
I might minimize the pain,
For a plentiful posterior
Makes a most impressive mane.
Once again my scheme was thwarted
When I couldn’t well ignore,
That the last of my hair wasn’t
Where it used to be before.
So at last I am defeated,
My condition seems adverse,
But I shouldn’t plan on pouting
Things could certainly be worse.
© 2005 John Brassey
I received a big surprise,
When the hair that I was using
Vanished right before my eyes.
But if I can grow the back out
I might minimize the pain,
For a plentiful posterior
Makes a most impressive mane.
Once again my scheme was thwarted
When I couldn’t well ignore,
That the last of my hair wasn’t
Where it used to be before.
So at last I am defeated,
My condition seems adverse,
But I shouldn’t plan on pouting
Things could certainly be worse.
© 2005 John Brassey
Funny Kids Poems: Money Well Spent
When shopping I’m clearly
Uncommonly keen,
A mindless, meticulous,
Market machine.
For bargains, a rebate,
A discounted shirt,
I’m always emphatically
On the alert.
Just name the location
You’re likely to find,
I’m skittishly shopping
With nothing in mind.
I twirl my purse
In the palm of my hand,
And flippantly frolic
While checking each brand.
Uncommonly keen,
A mindless, meticulous,
Market machine.
For bargains, a rebate,
A discounted shirt,
I’m always emphatically
On the alert.
Just name the location
You’re likely to find,
I’m skittishly shopping
With nothing in mind.
I twirl my purse
In the palm of my hand,
And flippantly frolic
While checking each brand.
Unhindered I hasten
And promptly proceed,
To purchase substantially
More than I need.
Although I submit
And incessantly splurge,
I cannot contain
My inflexible urge.
In view of the fact
I’m incurably caught,
I might as well squander
And spend what I’ve got.
© 2005 John Brassey
And promptly proceed,
To purchase substantially
More than I need.
Although I submit
And incessantly splurge,
I cannot contain
My inflexible urge.
In view of the fact
I’m incurably caught,
I might as well squander
And spend what I’ve got.
© 2005 John Brassey
