The Eye in the Sky

Peering closely at the planet
Giant pupil fills the sky.
Piercing gaze with lid unblinking
Ever watching stares the eye.

Tiny people scurry 'neath it
Seeking sheltered place to hide.
Silently it looks upon them
Can't escape the giant eye.

First in Line

I'm starting a line so that I can be first

To do all the fun things one can do.
If you want to join me just step up behind me

And you can take spot number two.

It's a line for the sniffing of flowers,
It's a line for the licking of spoons,
A line for the petting of purring cats,
And a line for the whistling of tunes.

It's a line for the kissing of sweethearts,
And a line for the racing of bikes,
It's a line for the seeing and doing and tasting

Of all the fun things that I like.

Get in line for the playing in rivers and creeks,
In line for the roasting of marshmallow treats,
It's a line for the running 'round in your bare feets,
And the line forms right behind me!

Ten Thin Men

Ten thin men sat on a long silver pin
In a hat on a fat lady's head,
A mockingbird swooped down and plucked the pin out
And it's feared that all ten may be dead.

The Octopus Wrestler

I found myself wrestling an octopus once,
Which wasn't that easy to do.
For it had eight arms with which to hold me
And I was armed only with two.

With skill and brute strength and a good bit of luck
I was able to give him a wallop.
But next time I feel like a watery tussle
I'll challenge a mussel or scallop.

Or a shrimp.

The Accidental Astronaut

I tripped and I fell off the world today.
I peeked over the edge, and to my dismay,
I carelessly stumbled
And I took a tumble
And slipped off the edge of the world,
Yes I did,
I fell right off the edge of the world.

And now as I slowly drift away,
I'm watching a grand and amazing display.
The Earth seems so small
As I fall and I fall,
And soon it will all disappear,
Yes it will,
And soon it will all disappear.

I admit that I'm feeling a bit perplexed.
I don't know where I'll find myself next.
I'm just floating through space,
With an ease and a grace,
Adrift in a sea of stars,
I am,
Adrift in a sea of stars.

I Have an Elephant Stuck in My Ear

I have an elephant stuck in my ear

It's squeezed in so tight I can barely hear
Just how it got there's not entirely clear
But it's there nonetheless and it feels rather weird
Now I'm fully aware that my quandary sounds queer
But you must understand that I'm being sincere
When I tell you an elephant's stuck in my ear
I'm sure my predicament's quite severe

This sort of thing's always been my biggest fear
I need a good doctor or engineer
Who can figure out how to make it disappear
Maybe pull from the trunk, or push from the rear
But please, someone, please get it out of my ear!

Imagination

A colorful bird that leaves its perch
To fly to distant lands unseen, unknown.
Returns to sit upon the shoulders,
Preen its plumage, rest its weary wings.

On Finding Fallen Fairies

If you find a fallen fairy
You should stop and pick her up.
You should offer her a helping hand
And gently pick her up.
Please be mindful of her fragile wings

(They are the most delicate things)
But if a fairy's fallen
Pick her up!

The Bumbling, Grumbling Shumble

In the corner of my garden
Underneath a stepping stone,
A bumbling, grumbling shumble
Makes his solitary home.
Though he's never caused me trouble
I suggest you keep away,
For that bumbling, grumbling shumble's
Always having a bad day.

Waffling

This morning, I could not decide

Between French toast or pancakes

For breakfast.

Living on the Edge

My house seems to make people quite ill at ease,

Visitors, I'll admit, I have few.

It has a tenuous grip on the edge of a cliff,

But it has a fantastic view.

Absolute Nonsense

Squeegee

Gee whiz

Whiz bang

Pow,

Wow-wee

Zowie

Faster now...

Flim flam

Flambée

Bay Bridge

Okay

Amos

Seamus

Take a bow.

Canned ham

Hamburg

Big Bird

Black bird

Black dirt

Dirt poor

Poor Sam Mudd.

Mud flap

Flap jack

Jack Sprat

Pratfall

Fall guy

Stop quick

With a thud.

Unknown Beauty

She was filled to the tip top
With delicate things,
Like dandelion blossoms
And butterfly wings.
But she never knew love,
Just the withering sting
Of rejection...

Her beauty not easily seen.

A Random Little Thought About an Idle Brain

She kept her brain inside a jar
Tucked safely away on a high shelf
In the study, to be used only when needed.
Which, for her, was not often.
And so there it sat, just gathering dust,
Not thinking about anything at all.

My Thursday

I was deep inside a Thursday
When I heard the color blue
It filled my eyes with deafening whispers
Of a lonely, mournful hue

I don't know when or where it came from
Don't know how it came to be
Before I knew just what was going on
The waves washed over me

And I was swimming in a chorus
Of a thousand fallen tears
I caught the scent of baleful drumming
Winding rhythm through my ears

It was a symphony of sadness
Suffocating was the song
A taste of melancholy madness
And in a moment it was gone

Staring at the Sun

They sat on the grass, all bald heads and bare feet
And flowing white robes, as others poked fun.
They turned their eyes skyward in practiced performance,
They turned their eyes skyward and stared at the sun.
No one knows why they did it, they sat there in silence,
Unsettling scene in a picturesque park.
Tears flowed down their cheeks as they stared at the fire,
Unblinking until they saw nothing but dark.

The Last Man in the World

He walks through a desolate wasteland alone,
A fistful of daisies in hand.
He's not sure where he's going, forgot where he's been
He just aimlessly wanders the sand.
He belongs to no country, religion or creed
Adrift, the last man in the world.
And although it seems crazy, he clutches those daisies,
Just hoping to find the last girl.

Poor Richard

My name is Richard,
They call me Rich,

If I'm being Frank with you, though...

I have not a single Penny.

Could you buy me a cup of Joe?

Remembering Dear Reuben

My best friend was a sandwich named Reuben.

My constant companion was he.

We spent long summer days playing outdoor games

And swinging from a tree.

But sadly our friendship ended

One day as lunchtime neared.

My hunger got the best of me

And dear Reuben disappeared.

The Purple Speckled Egg

It was a gift from Uncle Gus, brought back from some strange land.

A lovely purple speckled egg placed in my eager hand.

In all his travels he'd found no other

I ran and showed it to my mother

Who said she'd never seen another

Purple speckled egg.

What kind of egg is it you ask? Well, that's still undecided.

I've researched oviparity but found no other like it.

Whatever it is that grows in there

Seems wholly content and unaware

As hour by hour I sit and stare

At my purple speckled egg.

Was it laid by something wriggly? Was it laid by something that flew?

Or produced perhaps by some strange beast that taxonomy never knew?

So fascinating, this fragile prize

That incubates a living surprise

A mystery larger than its size

My purple speckled egg.